
Date of issue: 16.06.2012
Song language: English
Mdmazing |
Good morning Reverend |
It’s uh, Howard Marks calling |
Look |
You really mustn’t release this track, mate |
Or even play it live |
You’re glorifying drugs like |
You’re saying they’re cool |
But don’t forget drugs make people irrational |
Drugs make people irrational |
Especially those people who don’t take them |
Like your mother |
So my mum knows about the weed I smoke |
It’s the E’s and coke make her mad, y’know |
That make her wanna flip and make her smack some blow |
Rain and pills and those she knows |
My mom says, «son, stop» |
But she don’t know about the pills I got |
E’s from a geezer make you rock |
And you hit the top when the bassline drops |
I think I drink too |
I think I snort too |
I think I smoke too much |
And if I sink to my knees I ought to |
Get me some hope and such |
If we pray, pray, we pray and pray |
We pray that it’ll go away |
But I can’t help praying that I wish it stays |
Oh, we could just get fucked for days |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |
My mum don’t know about the E’s I pop, the weed I smoke |
She knows but she thieves a lot |
So much coke in my nose it can easily rot |
Like ya know what I burrow when I see the cops, stop |
I’ve got to hide my shit |
Before they find my shit |
And I don’t wanna loan it to anyone because |
I really like my shit |
You know, I’m stoned, I’m a sky-high-atrist |
So if you’re feeling low, then take a try of this |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |
My mum knows about the weed I burn |
She’s just lursh, she’s heard the word |
Must’ve had a word with a dickie bird |
Who told her I’m a junkie |
Mum says, «son, please» |
I said, «mother, it’s not like I’m diseased» |
Every now and then we take a couple of E’s |
And get a little funky |
I think I drink too |
I think I snort too |
I think I smoke too much |
And if I sink to my knees I ought to |
Get me some hope and such |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |
C’mon now, let’s get mashed |
Let’s get munt’red, let’s get trashed |
Let’s go out and blow some cash |
On shit we don’t need |