Blowing Smoke -

Blowing smoke out my window

Going home x2

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

Dont 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

Green peace at my door like «save some trees»

Now I only do it on the weekend and Wednesday dont 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 R.I.P 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 Pakeha 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 x2

Blowing smoke out my window

Going home x2

Blowing smoke…