Rhyme Asylum - Smoke Screens and Pipe Dreams lyrics
[Rhyme Asylum - Smoke Screens and Pipe Dreams lyrics]
Kick back, grab your roach and Rizla
Roll a jigger
Spark it and join me for this motion picture
Hand it to the camera man
I taxi more zoots than cabs and
Trams and camper-vans in Amsterdam
Spaced out, munching cookies, bunning zoobies
A thick mist creeping out from under hoodies
Drop hot rocks the size of suns
Hit bongs and breathe green
Smog from fiery lungs
Crashing out like stunt teams, hungry
Raid the fridge for munchies
Like monkeys from Jumanji
Trippin’ sittin’ down
The room is spinnin’ round
My shrink is now shrunk ’til he’s fizzled out
Exhale nimbus clouds
Smoking skunk so I stay fucked wake up
Roll my tongue and blaze my taste buds
Cold winter daze, numb as ice in a haze
Bedroom window frame on summer
Nights with your mates
So, why wait for Western medicine?
When I can cope my way
And smoke high grade for chest infections
Mind raising sense perception
I make direct connections
With lives made of recollections
In the lab we get high off chronic blast
And play traffic lights ’til my
Red eyes are stopping cars
This stoner’s cataclysmic
Roll spliffs so big the smoke
Rings turn passive smokers paralytic
Sampled:
I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much
Lungs hold so much skunk they're
Like a chest of drawers
If I do start to smoke weedwon't breath
Out for a whole week and OD
I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?)
I won’t make the decision
To break the addiction
I’ll hit the green ’til I reach
A higher plane of existence
THC remains in my system
As long as street hustlers keep
Smugglin’ grade for a livin’
But chronic’s not for abuse
Used to get a confidence boost
But over the years, my tolerance grew
When I’m offered a zoot, I won’t often refuse
Everyone’s "giving up" but nobody
Follows it through
But, I’ll give up some other day
Build up another J my love for skunk just
Munched my monthly wage
Overfiends roam the streets smoking green
Looked upon us hopeless seeds
With broken dreams
Take up drug smugglin’ and
Fuck tough punishments
Handed out by our unjust government
Both my eyes the color of blood
Always buzzing off skunk
Due to London’s abundance of drugs
Mary Jane’s got me under the funk
Kept in my home enjoys consumin’ my time and
Spendin’ my dough
Kick back and enter the zone
The Incredible Hulk that relies on skunk to
Stunt my skeletal growth
I was heavily stoned sessions ago
But there’s five man to a zoot
Someone ain’t gettin’ a toke (nope)
It’s the one and only Plazma
Provokin’ cancer
Smokin’ ganja just to control my anger
Samples again
Roll a jigger
Spark it and join me for this motion picture
Hand it to the camera man
I taxi more zoots than cabs and
Trams and camper-vans in Amsterdam
Spaced out, munching cookies, bunning zoobies
A thick mist creeping out from under hoodies
Drop hot rocks the size of suns
Hit bongs and breathe green
Smog from fiery lungs
Crashing out like stunt teams, hungry
Raid the fridge for munchies
Like monkeys from Jumanji
Trippin’ sittin’ down
The room is spinnin’ round
My shrink is now shrunk ’til he’s fizzled out
Exhale nimbus clouds
Smoking skunk so I stay fucked wake up
Roll my tongue and blaze my taste buds
Cold winter daze, numb as ice in a haze
Bedroom window frame on summer
Nights with your mates
So, why wait for Western medicine?
When I can cope my way
And smoke high grade for chest infections
Mind raising sense perception
I make direct connections
With lives made of recollections
In the lab we get high off chronic blast
And play traffic lights ’til my
Red eyes are stopping cars
This stoner’s cataclysmic
Roll spliffs so big the smoke
Rings turn passive smokers paralytic
Sampled:
I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much
Lungs hold so much skunk they're
Like a chest of drawers
If I do start to smoke weedwon't breath
Out for a whole week and OD
I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out
(It's like that?)
I won’t make the decision
To break the addiction
I’ll hit the green ’til I reach
A higher plane of existence
THC remains in my system
As long as street hustlers keep
Smugglin’ grade for a livin’
But chronic’s not for abuse
Used to get a confidence boost
But over the years, my tolerance grew
When I’m offered a zoot, I won’t often refuse
Everyone’s "giving up" but nobody
Follows it through
But, I’ll give up some other day
Build up another J my love for skunk just
Munched my monthly wage
Overfiends roam the streets smoking green
Looked upon us hopeless seeds
With broken dreams
Take up drug smugglin’ and
Fuck tough punishments
Handed out by our unjust government
Both my eyes the color of blood
Always buzzing off skunk
Due to London’s abundance of drugs
Mary Jane’s got me under the funk
Kept in my home enjoys consumin’ my time and
Spendin’ my dough
Kick back and enter the zone
The Incredible Hulk that relies on skunk to
Stunt my skeletal growth
I was heavily stoned sessions ago
But there’s five man to a zoot
Someone ain’t gettin’ a toke (nope)
It’s the one and only Plazma
Provokin’ cancer
Smokin’ ganja just to control my anger
Samples again