Asaviour - Weed lyrics

[Verse 1: Jehst] So when I'm fed up I get redder Mary Jane messed my head up, she could be my best friend forever At times I regret that I met her when she eats all my cheddar But she makes life seem better like whatever Is stressing me out, she settles me down Put it in the air brev and spread it around But don't abuse it, we using the temple ball From Nepal it's a mental tool Meditating like we're meant to, just the way god intended When I pick up the pencil and scrawl the splendid I use to use cigarette, mix and blend it Now I don't tend to peng everybody offended If they critisise weed, defend it A crystalised hydro glistening Blow my mind like nitroglycerin This is the deal, all day, everyday, give you something to feel [Hook] {X2} We want weed (weed!) Sticky green trees Pick out the stalk, no stick and no seed We stay lean off this THC Nine ounce to the bar, four bars to the ki [Verse 2: Asaviour] (Watch the) peripheral switch, the weed with slates of chips Then safley remove the twig, that's the life of the weeding tip With king slims and choice blends to no end High kyer fire, burn sess with friends But I burn it with the best of them (Who!?) The broken men, street soldiers striking out us with the leafy stem High flyers with no focus, loads of Bush and pain Knock it on to the punters and they're back again Buy cheap, sell high and subsidise when to buy And still I walk straight through this crimson tide Yet you all polluting, don't know what one hit could provide Best just step aside, I take a polemic glide way off into the stratosphere Astro glazed, I'm being slayed from the potency Toxicated commodity my property Meditating with ease, the weed flows through my blood stream [Hook] {X2} [Verse 3: Jehst] Even the driest sh**, thai stick, all types of hybrid The black resin smelling unpleasant when you light it This is for the friends I got high with, by with The glistening eyes and the Chinese eyelids The sky-high kids from Hackney high rises to Rysmith With their spliffs in a vice grip Puffin' Northern Lights And the smugglers who brought it over borderlines Flying in for the Cannabis Cup Till I damage a lung and my cabbage is broke Either way I'm getting lean today and tomorrow never comes So I'm sat in my drum strappin' fat sh**, I'm done [Hook] {X2}