Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weed, artist - Evil EdDate of issue: 16.05.2005
Song language: English
Weed |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (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 |
| Even the driest shit, 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 shit, I’m done |