Album: Disaster Piece
Cloud of smoke surrounding me I smoke the loudest weed
Ahh
Bob Marley would be proud of me Same spot, ain’t moved a muscle yet
Grade’s got a vicious bite, it needs a muzzle yet
Ahh
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t buzzing yet
Head’s heavy, feeling like I’ve got a million brains
Weed supply needs to last man a million days
Ahh, levels
I’m on a different wave
One way ticket straight to happiness
Rizla in my fingers, yeah, I’m strapping this
Ahh
I’m on the maddest cess
Cloud of smoke surrounding me I smoke the loudest weed
Ahh
Bob Marley would be proud of me
(Cough, cough)
That’s what the good stuff does
I know you shouldn’t play with drugs
Ahh, fuck it Light one up Eyes stay redder than the stop sign
Big bag of weed, you know I’ve got mine
On this ting, I’m never offline
Ahh
I love it long time
Match made in heaven’s what I’d call it I like to bun it in the mornings
I think I hear the heavens calling
Cloud of smoke surrounding me I smoke the loudest weed
Ahh
Bob Marley would be proud of me Cloud of smoke surrounding me I smoke the loudest weed
Ahh
Bob Marley would be proud of me Bob Marley would be proud of me