[Intro] [Coughing. A wooden match strikes. A deep, bubbling 303 filter sweep warms up the room. Acoustic upright bass enters with a slow, heavy swing. The 808 drops with a massive rumble.] [Voiceover] [Spoken, low rasp]: Fort Smith... roll it tight, slap it right. Studio Rainybow in the building. Let the wood and the brass talk. [Chorus] Puff? Puff! Smoke som-tin? Smoke! Smoke! Smoke a bowl, roll a joint. Break it up! What’s the point? What’s my line? Where’s my words? Puff till I feel absurd. History nerd. Musical bird. Bird? More likely a stinky turd. I sing my tune and who hath heard? Dirty dancers, skateboard kids and hungry hamsters. [Verse 1] Where is my place at? Back room, back road. Back in the saddle. Roping these dogies and runnin cattle. Match the hassle. Splashing out of. Happy gardening makes happy camper. Try leave enough bump for the topless dancers. [The brass section hits a heavy, jazzy staccato chord on the drop] [Chorus] Puff? Puff! Smoke som-tin? Smoke! Smoke! Smoke a bowl, roll a joint. Break it up! What’s the point? What’s my line? Where’s my words? Puff till I feel absurd. History nerd. Musical bird. [Verse 2] Global Rapture??? Modal Capture! Slope of travel? Sloppy slappers! Back to topic, back to reason. This is the four hundred twentieth song this season. Celebrations, across the Nation. Mostly for America. 250 years ago, they said some words and did some stuff, people died, others held tough. All in all? It has done. It’s begun. It’s not gonna turn back now. So I go to the local dispensary and make my purchase, then walk out. [Chorus] Puff? Puff! Smoke som-tin? Smoke! Smoke! Smoke a bowl, roll a joint. Break it up! What’s the point? What’s my line? Where’s my words? Puff till I feel absurd. History nerd. Musical bird. [Verse 3] Take it home. Open up the Mylar packaging. O.G. Kush! Nice aroma, short activating schedule. Says five minutes for the full effect, take two hits babe, rest ya neck. Show respect to the queen of the strains. You think it’s coincidence that you already know her name? The backbone of all modern medicine. Medical Marijuana I mean, (damn Karen!) Most of the people who stand on que? They are trying to get just as high as you! [Chorus] Puff? Puff! Smoke som-tin? Smoke! Smoke! Smoke a bowl, roll a joint. Break it up! What’s the point? What’s my line? Where’s my words? Puff till I feel absurd. History nerd. Musical bird. [Verse 4] Medium firm, hardy texture. Use the pipe to ensure pleasure. Taste of spice, taste of fruit. The best part? What it does to you! Make you smile. Make you sing, stop all that drama you trying to bring. Listen to the kitten as she hittin and poppin straight off. Break it down slow, smoke it fast... (cough..cough, cough). [Outro] [The drums drop out, leaving just the 808 and 303 squelch weaving around a solo, jazzy trombone riff. A lighter clicks again.] Puff? Puff! Smoke som-tin? Smoke! Smoke! Smoke a bowl, roll a joint. Break it up! What’s the point? What’s my line? Where’s my words? Puff till I feel absurd. History nerd. Musical bird... [Fade out on a final, deep 808 sub rumble and a bright wooden block strike.]
