A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that stuff used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
The day before I'd smoked those glands
And, maybe, I'd be happy for a while.
But february made me shiver
Cuz' every paper rolled will quiver.
Bad news on the internet;
I couldn't take a drag or hit.
I can't remember if I cried
As my bong or bubbler just won't comply
The plants I grew had all just died
the day that weed won't light
So bye-bye, to that dank ass good high.
Drove over to my friends moreover
nothing would light
and we sat sober for the longest of time
thinking fuck I'm never gana' get high
fuck I'm never gana' get high
Did you have those seeds you saved
Looks like they all have misbehaved
Not sprouting in or outside
do you believe in genocide
Cuz' T H C has gone and died
I think this epidemic is worldwide
Well now most of us did puff the pipe
We did it to get our heads on straight and right
But now there's no way to smoke
Man I wish I'd smoked last night
oh
The cops found fields they couldn't burn
Cuz' marijuana's lost it's turn
In Darwinism of the planets germs
the day that weed won't light
I started singing,
bye-bye, to that dank ass good high.
Drove over to my friends moreover
nothing would light
and we sat sober for the longest of time
thinking fuck I'm never gana' get high
fuck I'm never gana' get high
now for millenniums it's been fucking grown
and now this planet won't be it's home
but that's not how it use to be
when growers grew in canopies
or hydroponics with sticky leaves
the shit would always seem to please
oh, and some bud's we're just so fucking cool
with colors hazed in sticky drool
As crystals melt away
and hermits smoked for days
and if you cooked it up the high
would last longer and let you fly
but brownies waste a big supply
the day that weed won't light
we were singing,
bye-bye, to that dank ass good high.
Drove over to my friends moreover
nothing would light
and we sat sober for the longest of time
thinking fuck I'm never gana' get high
fuck I'm never gana' get high
now there are some pros and cons
the sale of alcohol went up tons
and cigarettes replaced the puff
as people searched microscopic stuff
they couldn't find it there's just not enough
and everything I smoked was fluff
I remember like just yesterday
the clock stroke midnight and took our haze
cuz' bong smoke disappeared
and all weed got real weird
some people weren't awake for it
so they got up and tried to smoke some shit
but sadly found it can't be lit
the day that weed won't light
We were singing,
bye-bye, to that dank ass good high.
Drove over to my firneds moreover
nothing would light
and we sat sober for the longest of time
thinking fuck I'm never gana' get high
fuck I'm never gana get high
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no way to get high again.
So come on: potheads hold in your hands
The pariphanalia made of burnt sands
This pipe I had was my best friend
And, on that day I called everyone
The same damn problem their plants are done
No ph fix could help
The roots just won't develop
And as the flames climbed high after that night
To try and light sacrificial rites,
I saw satan laughing with delight
the day that weed won't light
we were singing,
bye-bye, to that dank ass good high.
Drove over to my firneds moreover
nothing would light
and we sat sober for the longest of time
thinking fuck I'm never gana' get high
fuck I'm never gana get high
I met a girl who dealt the greens
And I asked her if she checked her screens
But she just smiled and turned away
You see not even resin lights
It does no good to scrape those pipes
To flame all weed just won't obey
And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried and poets dreamed
But not a pothead happy
In truth we all feel crappie
And the three buds I admire most
Are skunk and afghan chronic smokes
Now all are duds if diagnosed
the day that weed won't light
and they were singing,
bye-bye, to that dank ass good high.
Drove over to my firneds moreover
nothing would light
and we sat sober for the longest of time
thinking fuck I'm never gana' get high
fuck I'm never gana get high
they were singing,
bye-bye, to that dank ass good high.
Drove over to my firneds moreover
nothing would light
and we sat sober for the longest of time
thinking fuck I'm never gana' get high
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SETZwithSBB 2 years ago
lol wow hel will freeze over and it will b a sad life if that ever happend good song though
StuckonGreen420 3 years ago