MUD/BUD

Had to get it out the mud
Face down in the dirt while my fingers break the bud
This spliff got me elevated, a lack of motivation
Motive to the nation, wake up early just to blaze, so
Cheers to the sunrise, obliged to smoke the whole bowl at one time
A specialist in reefer, the dutch in which I specialize
Realize the real lies set in stone, the real shit set in silver so you know it's gold
It's known that I'm often gonе, weed totin' at home
I've been grown, spittin' hot brimstone
Thеse drugs in my system, a belly ache
Throwin' up the ganja, been 3 days, I've barely ate
Had dreams of the serpent swallowin' it's tail
My fate in the river, surrounded by some fish scales
I live another day to speak another tale
When days been meek, look to the spliff an seek
Another reality, my mindstate suffer causality
Casually sippin' spigots of evil