well, this isn't a creative suggestion per se, more like happy friday
It's
Friday Morning, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos I wanna get high like a plane
in the sky with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the f**k are my zig-zags and my lighters?
so I can roll it and set it on fire
d**n, I wish I had scissors cos the nuts is so sticky
that it's gettin on my f**kin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay nuts that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the d**n centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, f**k it
I can smoke it and I still get faded
roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
inhale, exhale.
I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
East Coast hittin that blunt, West Coast hittin that honeydip
Might he want a joint then I want another hit
Roll it up, (light it up), smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind (so I toke it up)
Can I get a hit? (Can I get a hooh!?)
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
so I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it
I stand true to the guess guy
?
(As I keep runnin from the chop-per)
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
(Puto won't be holdin out on the big bag)