Rhyme Asylum – Smoke Screens and Pipe Dreams Lyrics
Lyrics
Psiklone
- Kick back, grab your roach and Rizla, roll a jigger
- Spark it and join me for this motion picture
- Hand it to the camera man
- I taxi more zoots than cabs and trams and camper-vans in Amsterdam
- Spaced out, munching cookies, bunning zoobies
- A thick mist creeping out from under hoodies
- Drop hot rocks the size of suns
- Hit bongs and breathe green smog from fiery lungs
- Crashing out like stunt teams, hungry
- Raid the fridge for munchies like monkeys from Jumanji
- Trippin’ sittin’ down, the room is spinnin’ round
- My shrink is now shrunk ’til he’s fizzled out
- Exhale nimbus clouds, smoking skunk so I stay fucked
- Wake up, roll my tongue and blaze my taste buds
- Cold winter daze, numb as ice in a haze
- Bedroom window frame on summer nights with your mates
- So, why wait for Western medicine?
- When I can cope my way
- And smoke high grade for chest infections
- Mind raising sense perception, I make direct connections
- With lives made of recollections
- In the lab we get high off chronic blast
- And play traffic lights ’til my red eyes are stopping cars
- This stoner’s cataclysmic
- Roll spliffs so big the smoke rings turn passive smokers paralytic
Hook
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- Lungs hold so much skunk they're like a chest of drawers...
- If I do start to smoke weed.....won't breath out for a whole week and OD
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- We don't give a fuck.... when we smoked out
- In the land that's doped out (It's like that?)
Plazma
- I won’t make the decision to break the addiction
- I’ll hit the green ’til I reach a higher plane of existence
- THC remains in my system
- As long as street hustlers keep smugglin’ grade for a livin’
- But chronic’s not for abuse, used to get a confidence boost
- But over the years, my tolerance grew
- When I’m offered a zoot, I won’t often refuse
- Everyone’s “giving up” but nobody follows it through
- But I’ll give up some other day, build up another J
- My love for skunk just munched my monthly wage
- Overfiends roam the streets smoking green
- Looked upon us hopeless seeds with broken dreams
- Take up drug smugglin’ and fuck tough punishments
- Handed out by our unjust government
- Both my eyes the color of blood, always buzzing off skunk
- Due to London’s abundance of drugs
- Mary Jane’s got me under the thumb, kept in my home
- Enjoys consumin’ my time and spendin’ my dough
- Kick back and enter the zone, the Incredible Hulk
- That relies on skunk to stunt my skeletal growth
- I was heavily stoned sessions ago
- But there’s five-man to a zoot, someone ain’t gettin’ a toke (nope!)
- It’s the one and only Plazma, provokin’ cancer
- Smokin’ ganja just to control my anger
Hook
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- Lungs hold so much skunk they're like a chest of drawers...
- If I do start to smoke weed.....won't breath out for a whole week and OD
- I got a slight problem, I smoke weed too much...
- We don't give a fuck.... when we smoked out
- In the land that's doped out (It's like that?)