Ya Cotton mouth Pa** the drink Save me two's on that No really (Verse One) I hot box every room that I sit in Head spin sat in the cloud of smoke grinning When I get depressed I start billing When I'm energetic or when I'm just chilling Finger tips sticky pick apart the bud Constant munchies in the cupboard grabbing the grub Red eyes son I'm ready to coch This crop'll stop time like Bernard's watch Northern lights crossed with a blueberry Can't see straight eyelids are to heavy Love at first sight when I first met mary Jane she takes away the pain and calms my nerves Plus she helps me to spit the verse I get religious treat her as my sacred herb Tastes delicious untill it gets to first Backroll black tar on the roaches burn (Chorus) Smoke signals Burnt lungs Empty stash pot No funds Smoke signals Burnt lungs Smellington piff buns zoogy by the ton Smoke signals Burnt lungs Empty stash pot No funds Smoke signals Burnt lungs Smellington and Leaf bun zoogy by the ton (Verse Two) I string a sentance together with a cotton tounge Bucket bong smoke creeps out of the holes of my rotten lungs Packed hot tongs fill the vaporizer Mumbling dribbling pure green saliva If piff runs out I'm trowling the ashtray Emptying ends to recycle a fat jay It tastes raw and leaves my throat sore like chlorophyll in weed that's premature I smoke to sleep wake up and smoke more Taste buds detect strains like a connoisseur Outsiders know when I need a draw Cause the grey smoke stops seeping out from beneth the door Torn rizla packs and ripped skins scatter the floor Half alive I strive to light the kaya No soap bar never toke plastic or tire Just that homegrown cheese pick from the shire (Chorus) Smoke signals Burnt lungs Empty stash pot No funds Smoke signals Burnt lungs Smellington piff buns zoogy by the ton Smoke signals Burnt lungs Empty stash pot No funds Smoke signals Burnt lungs Smellington and Leaf bun zoogy by the ton