Home Brew, Haz Beats - Blowing Smoke lyrics

Blowing smoke out my window going home
Going home blowing smoke

I woke up feeling like a new man
Bruce Jenner styles, so I pinned it down
'Hi' blowing smoke out my window
Giving into impulse when my lady gets home
See me on Nintendo Wii
Like we just playing Zelda all day
Don't know how to explain that I need
To get high now and again
For me, I used to blaze the weed
Like a basic need
Greenpeace at my door like "save some trees"
Now I only do it on the weekend and
Wednesday don't count, right? Least
I ain't out, right?
Stoned on the dole, no more
The joint rotates the same way I voted for
Some are like a Charizard versus Bulbasaur
Leaves barely getting burnt
But we never getting turnover for another day
So today I gotta blow smoke
I'm not in no mood for nobody throwing salt
Less it's on my chips with tartare, compare
Nothing but the bass
Blazed as fuck a craft beer
While I'm here RIP to my homie Bart Bear
Been a hard last year, so I spark grass, yeah
That's my medicine, high as I ever been
The weed make me feel intelligent
To tell me I'm talented like
My science teacher never did
Clever kid who never did
Pass nothing that he never lit
Aluminum foil was my favourite element
No idea spelling it but I'm sure selling it
18, wrapping 25's on the benefit
I went from Tom Scott
Worked up to Tom Edison
Lightbulbs flash above my head
Eyes blood red butthead forever
My bong never got cobwebs on it
I'm on it, a diagnosed weed-a-holic
That hydroponic got me hypo on it
Like a comet
Look I ain't tryna write no sonnet man
I know that line sucks so
So, what? It's just a song that I wrote
Just to rhyme, no topic
I heard the beat was nice
Thought I might flow on it
Just for Avantdale
You come bragging 'bout that smack
Around here someone smack you
Out Pacquiao style, blaow
Happy now? What you wanna chat about?
Rappers all rapping about rap
What's all that about?
Peace to George Ash then gonna mash
Till your bar tabs ass
Tighter than your broads gash
Used to do that grab and dash with cash
Horse ass back in 4th Ave
Talked more gas, then talk back
Now I rap for my money and
I'm done with all that
I grew up poor and now days I pour yak
Used to be some normal rats
Now All Blacks play our tracks
Pure hash in my sock draw stash
Blowing smoke out my window, ayo

Blowing smoke out my window going home

Blowing smoke