Piff Land - Smellington Piff, Leaf Dog

Cotton mouth

Pass the drink

Save me two’s on that

No really

(Verse One)

I hot box every room that I sit in

Head spin sat in the cloud of smoke grinning

When I get depressed I start billing

When I’m energetic or when I’m just chilling

Finger tips sticky pick apart the bud

Constant munchies in the cupboard grabbing the grub

Red eyes son I’m ready to coch

This crop’ll stop time like Bernard’s watch

Northern lights crossed with a blueberry

Can’t see straight eyelids are to heavy

Love at first sight when I first met mary

Jane she takes away the pain and calms my nerves

Plus she helps me to spit the verse

I get religious treat her as my sacred herb

Tastes delicious untill it gets to first

Backroll black tar on the roaches burn

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Empty stash pot

No funds

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Smellington piff buns zoogy by the ton

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Empty stash pot

No funds

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Smellington and Leaf bun zoogy by the ton

(Verse Two)

I string a sentance together with a cotton tounge

Bucket bong smoke creeps out of the holes of my rotten lungs

Packed hot tongs fill the vaporizer

Mumbling dribbling pure green saliva

If piff runs out I’m trowling the ashtray

Emptying ends to recycle a fat jay

It tastes raw and leaves my throat sore like chlorophyll in weed that’s

premature

I smoke to sleep wake up and smoke more

Taste buds detect strains like a connoisseur

Outsiders know when I need a draw

Cause the grey smoke stops seeping out from beneth the door

Torn rizla packs and ripped skins scatter the floor

Half alive I strive to light the kaya

No soap bar never toke plastic or tire

Just that homegrown cheese pick from the shire

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Empty stash pot

No funds

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Smellington piff buns zoogy by the ton

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Empty stash pot

No funds

Smoke signals

Burnt lungs

Smellington and Leaf bun zoogy by the ton