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So when I’m fed up I get red upMary Jane messed my head upShe can be my best friend foreverAt times I regret that I met herWhen she eats all my cheddarBut she makes life seem betterLike whateverStressin’ me out she settles me downPut it in the air bredder spread it aroundBut don’t abuse itWe use it to temple ballFrom Nepal there’s a mental drawlMeditated like we’re mentalJust the way God intendedWhen I pick up the pencil and scrawl the splendidI used to use cigarette mix and blend itNow I don’t tend to ping everybody offendedIf they criticise weed defend itA crystallised tide yo’ glistenin’Blow my mind like nitro-glycerineThis is the dealAll day every day give you something to feelWe want weedSticky green treesPick out the stalk no sticker no seedSongtexteWe stay lean off this THC9 ounce to the bar4 bars to the kiWe want weedSticky green treesPick out the stalk no sticker no seedWe stay lean off this THC9 ounce to the bar4 bars to the kiPeripheral switch to weed with spliffs and shitAnd cigs remove the twigThat’s the life of the breathing tipWith king slims and choice blends to no endHigh kyer fire burnin’ sex with friendsBut I burn it with a precedentA broken menStreet soldier strutting out of with the leafy stemHigh fliers with a focus loads of Bush and painKnock it on to the punters and they’re back againBuy cheap sell high and subsidise what you buyStill I walk straight through this crimson tideYet you all polluters don’t know what one hit could provideBest just step aside I take a poetic glideWe’re off into the stratosphereEyes too glazedI’m being slayed from the potencyToxicated commodity my propertyMeditated with E’s the weed flows through my blood streamWe want weedSticky green treesPick out the stalk no sticker no seedWe stay lean off this THC9 ounce to a bar4 bars to a kiWe want weedSticky green treesPick out the stalk no sticker no seedWe stay lean off this THC9 ounce to a bar4 bars to a kiEven the driest shit, taste itAll types of hybridThe black resin smelling unpleasant when you light itThis is for the friends I got high with, by withThe glistening eyes and the Chinese eyelidsSky-high kids from the happy high riseThis is a rise smithWith their spliffs in the vice scriptPuffin’ Northern Lightsand the smugglers who brought it over borderlinesFlying in for the cannabis clubTill I damage a lungAnd my cabbage is brokeEither way I’m getting lean today and tomorrow never comesSo I’m sat in my drum strappin’ bad shit I’m doneWe want weedSticky green treesPick out the stalk no sticker no seedWe stay lean off the THC9 ounce to the bar4 bars to the kiWe want weedSticky green treesPick out the stalk no sticker no seedWe stay lean off the THC9 ounce to the bar4 bars to the kiWeedWeed... Aus Songtexte Mania