Songtexte




G-X
Sah
Yeah
Sometimes I wonder why I started smoking
In the beginning was a proper joke ting
With a couple balls and a scud
Used to say it's natural, herbs, it wasn't a drug
Would only take two balls and never fuck with a scud
Was too full of fashion
From getting twos I started strapping my own scuds
Was nuts, fell in love with the buzz
My whole team then fucked up and got addicted to scuds
So blind, never noticed it was having a suck
Try and think way back as far as I remember
Can't recall the last time I was sober, it's slowly taking over
Eyes bloodshot red, smoke more than Rastafarian dreads
From morning like it's breakfast in bed
It's not a homegrown immersed ting, it's strictly the best
Most pro crowbars that you can find on your ends
I get high when I listen to tunes
Goes nice with a Smirnoff, Baileys or Hennessy juice
I get high when I'm pissed and I'm in a bad mood
Helps me calm down, focus and just do what I'm doing
I get high when I'm bored and there's nothing to do
Compete on Pro Evolution on my PS2
I get high at meal times, helps digest my food
Have a long cold drink, then I'll bun on a zoot
Or when I'm knackered after slamming a chick
There's nothing like a good brim while
You kick back and bun on your spliff
I need it everyday, I hear it calling my name
Need to get away blud, it's slowly killing me
The more I keep on smoking this weed, I feel it choking me
My secret enemy that was designed, slowly murdering me
I need it everyday, I hear it calling my name
Need to get away blud, it's slowly killing me
The more I keep on smoking this weed, I feel it choking me
My secret enemy that was designed, slowly murdering me
I'm paranoid most of the time when I'm high
This weed's got me moving off key, booky like I'm losing my mind
Convince myself into believing that it helps me to write
But really blud, it's slowing me down, confusing my life
Everyone I love I'm pushing away
See I just wanna be on my own, max, write rhymes and blaze
Don't wanna work but I wanna get paid
I'm lazy, I can't work for the minimum wage
You're crazy, my spliff illuminated by the orange flames of the fire
Smoke more than Guy Fawkes when he was blazed on the fire
And this is the chronic modified, no longer natural, organic
Experiments, a science, they're not professional chemists
The more I smoke, the more I keep on forgetting
Could be talking for hours, in a second I forget what I'm saying
Too many chemicals polluting my brain, my weed saying
"Are you fucking crazy? Everybody dies someday"
I need it everyday, I hear it calling my name
Need to get away blud, it's slowly killing me
The more I keep on smoking this weed, I feel it choking me
My secret enemy that was designed, slowly murdering me
I need it everyday, I hear it calling my name
Need to get away blud, it's slowly killing me
The more I keep on smoking this weed, I feel it choking me
My secret enemy that was designed, slowly murdering me
I'm getting frustrated thinking about it
See the weed on the table and turn my head, I hear it calling my name
Saying "Crazy, why you paiting blud?"
I need to escape, need to relax, fill a small scud of the green
I'm like "Nah, I'm getting pains in my chest, need to go to the gym"
I'm breathing heavy like I'm losing my breath
Phone rings, private number, chicks catting for tit
Let the phone ring, my weed's got me catting a spliff
Don't wanna smoke my life away
Can't even calculate the money that
I've spent since I started to blaze
I've got major bills to pay
But I still sit in my yard and max, I've been buzzing for days
And I ain't even tryna make an excuse, you know all the facts
Weed kills, there's no point in me denying the truth
It's up to you what you do, and I'd be lying if I told you I was sober
Right now, I'm probably bunning a zoot
I need it everyday, I hear it calling my name
Need to get away blud, it's slowly killing me
The more I keep on smoking this weed, I feel it choking me
My secret enemy that was designed, slowly murdering me
I need it everyday, I hear it calling my name
Need to get away blud, it's slowly killing me
The more I keep on smoking this weed, I feel it choking me
My secret enemy that was designed, slowly murdering me



Autor(en): David Cerati



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