I say no to drugs, but they just don't listen !Its inviting, tempting and green,
You long for it, your eyes say it, dont deny.
Haha havent realised, youve made this shit a routine.
I know it, once more, you wanna get on a high.
I see you trading with that peddler,
Green notes for some green leaves.
With a king sized pack of Rizla.
Jammin up with ya stoned buddies.
Throw the seeds, Mix the stuff,
Lay the rizla neat, roll up the weed.
Some call it weed, some pot and some ganja,
Whatever the name, dont you just love marijuana.
Roll roll roll your joint,
Twist it up at the end.
Spark it up take a draw,
Pass it to your friend.
Stoners live, and stoners die,
but in the end they all get high,
So if at first you don't succeed,
Screw it all and smoke some Weed
Skin a rizla or a fill up the chillum
In the end to its illusions you succumb
Top it up with some sweet,
You feel the kick take you so neat.
Blast the music, yea its loads of trance,
Numbness in your feet, your head starts to dance.
You need to fly, damn, you've got no wings.
Laughing away, you love the pleasure it brings
Smoke the trees, get stoned on the joint,
Not alone, pass it down the line,
Enjoy the kick. If you scare yourself,
It will blow your ****** mind
