pick up the packet,
peal off three skins,
stick em together,
the fun begins.

stick buds crumble.
resin fills the air,
make a hairy fat one bro,
soon I wont have a care.

thick blue smoke soon fills the air,
and slowly down your throat,
music flowing through my head,
feeling every note.

toke after toke,it taste so sweet,
one spliff just aint enough,
repeat the process once again,
youre stoned,its gona be tough.

backy goin everywhere,
pot burns all over your gear,
dont let this stop me though,
more pleasurable than the beer.

no hangovers in the morning,
nite cost less than a score,
didnt make me wana kill the wife,
no police at my front door.

by digweed.