Piff, Drugs and Bitch Stuff

Been a while now, since ive smoked a spliff, help me

Elevating my soul, but the bag is running empty

Almost everyday im blazing weed now

Decomposing brain, but never when i will freestyle

Meanwhile? ...Ive been kicking my feet up

Listening to cool shit, forever when im fucked

Bob your head to the beat, with the help of all drugs

Party in the late night, smoke is entering the lungs

Now calm down *Takes Breath* You see that bitch on the side?

Stop fantasising how the pussy and the dick collide

You know its crazy shit, u witness bitches different sides

Chilling with some music, and getting jiggy up in the night

Looking for that bad bitch, made out of plastic

Having sweaty sex or call it fuck around gymnastics

Generating heat from the friction, bounced from the mattress

And sparking up another zoot like 'how did this happen'?

Imaginary visions of a vivid dream ive never been in

Who is this? Where am i? and why am i so high n' breathing

Loud and heavy, leaving in the cold streets

Oh jeez, the british weather sucks and im freezing

Obssessed with the sight of the weed, A sigh of relief,

as im leaving behind the demons with their eyes on my green

Time to release, writing with the fucking finest of schemes

The piff, drugs and bitch stuff is what im frightened to leave.