Demonize the Smoke

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



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Writer(s): Tyler Cutajar
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