Let it (the Swisher) Burn

CHORUS:

Smoke, only on the chronic,

grey, blue, and purple, aint no green on it.

Rolled up, smoked up, only being honest.

When i toke on ganja, i feel like im "on it".

Imma smoker, yes a toker.

When 420 comes around, i light a blunt and pass it round. Im faded.

Take a few hits, let it resonate, let it build up, the resins great . Im faded.

 

Only use a Swisher, aint no zig in my step.

Clear the chamber even if i use my last breath.

Always have my green so see i never fret.

When i get high im awlays calm no sweat.

Still have the right mind for all my alphabet.

No harm done, cough cough cigarette.

Make a few mistakes its all good i forget.

"You'll fry your brain!" All they ever said.

Were not the same, Mary's not a threat.

 

 

I roll it up and let it burn, blowin blunts freely.

Put the light up to the bud, its like my green is speaking.

Room is really reeking,

yours truly only thinking.

So when your left to roaming thoughts and only reefing.

Know that the pen and pad arent so deceiving.

 

Smokin on the best bud got my brain perceiving,

gives me good ideas just know im never leaving,

people always crudely far from believing,

just cuz i smoke it's only hate im receiving,

weeping about what all my receipts be reading,

wishing that they were the one that was overachieving .

CHORUS:

Smoke, only on the chronic,

grey, blue, and purple, aint no green on it.

Rolled up, smoked up, only being honest.

When i toke on ganja, i feel like im "on it".

Imma smoker, yes a toker.

When 420 comes around, i light a blunt and pass it round. Im faded.

Take a few hits, let it resonate, let it build up, the resins great . Im faded.

When 420 comes around, i light a blunt and pass it round. Im faded.

Take a few hits, let it resonate, let it build up, the resins great . Im faded.

When 420 comes around, i light a blunt and pass it round. Im faded.

Take a few hits, let it resonate, let it build up, the resins great . Im faded.