I love trees...this is my love song to them

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I smoke a helluva lot, like, way too much
Irish slave, only liking Masters that's Dutch
I blaze very much, just gimme the green here
Three greezy's rolled up, hoping they do steer
Me away from here, I'm Irish so beer
Is always an option, but the trees are sheer
Fun and joy, me and my boys roll this
Smoking White Owls till we can't tell what an owl is
Taking green to the face all day, it's on
Stay doing that till the green in my pocket is gone
But I gotta admit, Mary f***ed up Sick
Got me looking a fool, and a dumb piece of shit
Eyes bloodshot, giggling at a chick at the set
Introduce myself but she like "we already met"
Damn, I coulda swore her face was new
But when you as high as me, this the sh*** that you do

I been told to give it up...nah
I roll up another Dutch
I really been trying to kick
But weed makes me this Sick

I ain't picky, most weed will do
I been known to smoke dirt with dirtier crews
Blunts, wraps and joints are like brothers to me
They pick me up when I'm down, you see?
I hit pipes and bongs so intricate and nice
Flame hits the weed, the weed hits the ice
And that goes inside me un-til I react
With a cough or a nod with a pass like that
Shit, this the type of living I'm on
Normally when you see me I'm abnormally gone
In stars, sleeping on clouds of piff
I guess the government's just trying to form a riff
I'm like, f*** it all, I'mma still smoke
Get high and laugh it off cuz that law is a joke
I just (pufffff) hold up
(Puffffffffff) I can't get enough

I been told to give it up...nah
I roll up another Dutch
I really been trying to kick
But weed makes me this Sick

See I'm a stoner, I live to burn trees
So much so Smokey the Bear got a hit out on me
Trees make the world go round, ya know?
I ain't gonna quit, and damn sure won't slow
Sickity is as Sickity does, fa sho
So I burn the stickiest sicky icky on flows
Last year, I was cuffed in my own yard
Spousal abuse, guess I hit my bong too hard
My crew, we get down like the Seminole tribe
We speak in smoke signals way up in the sky
It ain't my fault that this whole world sucks
And it becomes more appealing after feeling a Dutch
Get Bob Marley, shoot a sheriff and ash
Smoke again fast 'fore we fall down and crash
I need weed, yes it's a dependency issue
If you can't relate, no use in me f***ing wichu