Till a Morning
Beggon the cutchie from the left hand side
So when you see the red inna me eyes
No co-vicious thoughts in my mind, so high
A dis yah part a we culture so nice
Now we puff it in front of police
The same dirty custard make Mario died.
Oo why
Puff it till a morning, morning, morning
Or on a sunny after noon
I just light up my blunt and listen to my favorite tune
Plant it in my garden, garden, garden
Or on a sunny after noon
Marijuana tell you is my favorite food
Feeling irie, feeling irie
Feeling irie, feeling irie
I got my wings to fly weh
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But I and I some the chalice to lift my meditation sky high
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But I a smoke to keep my meditation sky high
So me burn it till a morning, morning, morning
Or on a sunny after noon
I just roll up my blunt and listen to my favorite tune
Me plant it in my garden, garden, garden
Oh on a sunny after noon
Marijuana tell you is my favorite food
So gwaan to tell dem a weed man a penetrate
Among the breeze man a meditate
And it a just keep on a elevate
Without no visa me step in plane
Tell the media me nuh fraid
Dem know it legal fi we blaze
Lawyers, doctors, politician say its feeding for the brain
Me need it, me get it, me steam it, me bless it
In deed it detective, ecliptic, eccentric
Farmer man just let it replenish the terrace
Pocket and sell it, me sell it
Tell Babylon lowe it nuh hunt and be set it
A nuff hungry people it make rich
Yow just take heed to the lesson
The message me tell you respect it
Feeling irie, feeling irie
Feeling irie, feeling irie
I got my wings to fly weh
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But I and I some the chalice to lift my meditation sky high
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But Biggie some to lift him meditation sky high
So me burn it till a morning, morning, morning
Or on a sunny after noon
I just roll up my blunt and listen to my favorite tune
Me plant it in my garden, garden, garden
Oh on a sunny after noon
Marijuana tell you is my favorite food
Feeling irie, feeling irie
Feeling irie, feeling irie
I got my wings to fly weh
So when you see the red inna me eyes
No co-vicious thoughts in my mind, so high
A dis yah part a we culture so nice
Now we puff it in front of police
The same dirty custard make Mario died.
Oo why
Puff it till a morning, morning, morning
Or on a sunny after noon
I just light up my blunt and listen to my favorite tune
Plant it in my garden, garden, garden
Or on a sunny after noon
Marijuana tell you is my favorite food
Feeling irie, feeling irie
Feeling irie, feeling irie
I got my wings to fly weh
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But I and I some the chalice to lift my meditation sky high
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But I a smoke to keep my meditation sky high
So me burn it till a morning, morning, morning
Or on a sunny after noon
I just roll up my blunt and listen to my favorite tune
Me plant it in my garden, garden, garden
Oh on a sunny after noon
Marijuana tell you is my favorite food
So gwaan to tell dem a weed man a penetrate
Among the breeze man a meditate
And it a just keep on a elevate
Without no visa me step in plane
Tell the media me nuh fraid
Dem know it legal fi we blaze
Lawyers, doctors, politician say its feeding for the brain
Me need it, me get it, me steam it, me bless it
In deed it detective, ecliptic, eccentric
Farmer man just let it replenish the terrace
Pocket and sell it, me sell it
Tell Babylon lowe it nuh hunt and be set it
A nuff hungry people it make rich
Yow just take heed to the lesson
The message me tell you respect it
Feeling irie, feeling irie
Feeling irie, feeling irie
I got my wings to fly weh
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But I and I some the chalice to lift my meditation sky high
Some smoke it for the style
Some some it to fit profile
But Biggie some to lift him meditation sky high
So me burn it till a morning, morning, morning
Or on a sunny after noon
I just roll up my blunt and listen to my favorite tune
Me plant it in my garden, garden, garden
Oh on a sunny after noon
Marijuana tell you is my favorite food
Feeling irie, feeling irie
Feeling irie, feeling irie
I got my wings to fly weh
Credits
Writer(s): David Harrisingh, Richard Mcgrath, Sly Dunbar, Rushane Sanderson, Garth Forester, Nicholas Robinson
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