Behind the shadows
Foul beings searching for your stash
They are creatures known as weedless ones
Watching and waiting
Pinching your bag until it is gone
Taken by the weedless ones
Putrid rat-like goblins to abhorrent to ever see sunlight
Repellent human-like faces and bodies
But more animal than they are man
Their search for drugs left them deformed
They are deranged,
Pumping through their veins crushing levels of THC
Diminutive blasphemies
Cursed with crippling addiction
They're slaves to narcotics
The weedless ones
Have come for you tonight
While you're passed out in your mom's basement
Silent they smoke your last hit
Leaving none left when you awaken
You look at the coffee table
to see that your last bong hit has now been stolen
You search the floor and between the couch cushions
But you'll never see that Weed again
In the distance you can hear them laughing at you
There's nothing you can do
But to accept the hand that you've been dealt and think about killing yourself
Cursed with crippling addiction
They're slaves to narcotics
The weedless ones
They've come for you
while you're baked watching television
distracted you let your guard down
Now your Bag of Pot can't be found!
Behind the shadows
Foul beings searching for your stash
They are creatures known as weedless ones
Watching and waiting
Pinching your bag until it is gone
Taken by the weedless ones
Tonight they've come for you
while you are eating that old pizza
You thought you could have a midnight snack
Now you'll never get your Weed back!
From this bong I smoke
A gush of water bubbles
Every night I wait to light
Up another joint
De-stalking me every bud
I keep the seeds for later
I green-top the fucking bowl
Every single time
Packed tight in the pipe
Herb begins to smolder
Burnt Bud smoke exhaled
I saved none for later
I refuse to ever stop
It is a part of me
Until the grave I'll always crave
Smoking weed
On this bowl I puff
And watch the rising fog
Every breath another toke
I feel the warmth inside me
Sprinkle hash on top some
Weed to make a potent salad
I try not to choke
and hit that shit again
I refuse to ever stop
It is a part of me
Until the grave I'll always crave
Smoking weed
Vaporize!
Vaporize!
Vaporize!
Vaporize!
Individual
Individual Pot Patterns
Individual
Individual Pot Patterns
Individual
Individual Pot Patterns
From this bong I smoke
Off this joint I hit
So stoned I cannot see
So baked I can't stop laughing
From this bong I smoke
Off this joint I hit
So stoned I cannot see
So baked I can't stop laughing
Individual
Individual Pot Patterns
Individual
Individual Pot Patterns
Individual
Individual Pot Patterns
De-stalking me every bud
I keep the seeds for later
Packed tight in the pipe
The Herb begins to smolder
I refuse to ever stop
It is a part of me
Until the grave I'll always crave
Smoking weed