From the recording Unreleased Music
Lyrics
(INTRO)
Krafty: Yeah, right
JackPot: Kraft man, where's the lighter? This shit's side-burning, fuck!
Krafty: Hold up man, I got you.
*beat cuts*
(lighter flickers, JackPot enhales)
*beat drops back in*
(JackPot coughs)
JackPot: That's the shit right there.
Krafty: So this one is laid back, just for you to smoke to
JackPot: Laid back!
Krafty: Yeah, yeah.
Verse #1 (JackPot):
I take a puff and I pass, me and Kraft have the last laugh
Getting high while we write, it's all nice
But the price we pay, I gave him £25
He gave me 2.8, but that's alright
'Cause when I blaze it takes it back to the old days
Damn, feels like I'm old aged
Shit, don't let me lose it
7 kids in a caravan, filling lungs up 'til we can't stand
Remember that?
Don't you wish that we could flip it back?
2Pac blarin' from the stereo, I miss all that (huh)
But now it's unpaid bills, cheap thrills, shit deals
I need a license to kill to overcome these steep hills
Meanwhile I'm getting high, watching the world pass by
Just like another chapter in my life
A glance of misery, but Mary and me are as happy as can be
So why the fuck would we stop being lazy?
(CHORUS SLOT)
Krafty: You know if that Mary-Jane was actually a woman, I think I'd do her.
JackPot (laughing): Shit.
Krafty: Like, she'd probably have green hair or something.
JackPot: Yeah
3rd Stoner: Whatt?
Krafty: I dunno.. Where's my shoe gone anyway?
JackPot: Put it in the toilet.
Krafty: What, my shoe?
JackPot: Yeah.
Krafty: I wanna bagel.
JackPot: Yeah, who's rolling the next joint then? Puff puff pass this time Kraft!
VERSE #2 (Krafty):
I'm so high this song ain't got a title
Both my lids are sticking to my eyeballs
My vision kinda looks like when you look right
But keep your head still, I'm having a good time
All of us reckon we're cool kids, ashtray full of spliffs
Talking that bullshit
Get high, fill up our lungs
Try not to get caught, 'cause we live with our mums
Someone said something, something about money
I didn't hear the joke but I still found it funny
Try freestyle, but mess up my flow
Stressed so I smoke all the cess that I own
"Oh, I didn't know that you smoke, Kraft?"
Of course, gimme the grass, let's two toke pass
The hot rocks drop on my socks
But I don't notice 'cause the whole room's hot boxed
(CHORUS SLOT)
Krafty: It's getting stuffy in here man!
JackPot: For real.
Krafty: Open up a window or something.
3rd Stoner: Lazy mother fucker.
JackPot: You gonna throw a whitey?
Krafty: Ha, throw a whitey? I ain't thrown a whitey since 1999.
JackPot: Were you alive then?
Krafty: Yeah, 10. 10 in 1999.
JackPot: hahaha
Krafty: Ahh geez. Where's my bagel anyway man?
3rd Stoner: I need to go back to my mrs.
Krafty: Fuck a bagel. I'd fuck a bagel.
JackPot: It's got a hole.Why not?
Krafty (laughing): It's got a hole, why not?
4th Stoner: My mrs gonna kick my ass!
(everyone laughs)
4th Stoner: Shouldn't hang around with you, bad influence. Get the fuck out.
*beat fades out*