Evil Ed, Jehst, Asaviour - Weed lyrics

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 breddah spread it around
But don't abuse it, we using the temple ball
From Nepal it's a mental tool
Meditating like we're mental
Just the way god intended
When I pick up the pencil
And scrawl the splendid
I used to use cigarette, mix and blend it
Now I don't scent of 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