Demonize the smoke Lyrics

I don't drink alcohol too often, I'd rather be smoking blunts til I'm coughin'

Until I'm dead in my coffin, I will be smoking its awesome

It feels amazing when I'm chillin' and blazin

And even though I'm Caucasian, my eyes stay low like I'm Asian

I'm in the sun bakin'

While my girl is sunbathing

Im spreading lotion on her skin, like it's my favorite thing to do

But it's not, I'd rather sit back and roll a joint or two

Of some chronic

I just don't get peoples logic

They keep talking about marijuana as if it were demonic

While they sip their gin and tonic, telling me that weed is bad for me

Oh yeah, well how's that Xanax treating you, Suzie

You floozy, keep boozing, and telling me that I'm losing

Just because I have a different habit than you're choosing

I'm not cool, I'm lazy, I don't care if you hate me

Cause I'm a fuckin' pothead, so get used to it, baby

Every single day

They're trying to tell me what to do and what to say

Like it'll be okay

I am not sure that it will be

No, no, no

They're tryna demonize the smoke

They're tryna demonize the smoke

Dont let 'em demonize the

Nic nac, patty whack, give pills to the addict

But condemn me for smoking weed to cure my sadness

The madness that happens when their lips start flapping is tragic

They cannot think from a different aspect

They reject the intellect while lacking respect

They need to learn to keep the buds on deck

Just mellow out and smoke a bong or 2

Roll a few doobies up and do what homies do

Just get high and eat some food

Yet every single day

They're trying to tell me what to do and what to say

And how to behave

But I won't listen

So quit your bitchin

They're tryna demonize the smoke

They're tryna demonize the smoke

Dont let 'em demonize the smoke

Can we get high real quick

I just need a little hit

Take a dab, or roll a spilf

I don't really give a shit

I'm just hoping for some potent in my lungs

To keep me flowing

Settle down and take a hit

And I will just chill for a moment

See, I'm always getting faded

Smoke so much that my lungs hate me

Always begging for some air

But I feed them THC

And wherever you find me

I'll be blowing down some tree

Keep your eyes up on the lookout for some clouds

That's where I'll be, son

Every single day

They're trying to tell me what to do and what to say

Like it'll be okay

But it won't

No it won't be okay no