Addicted to Weed [Verse 1] Doctor said, “Boy, you need to slow that down” I said, “Doc, this herb’s the only thing keepin’ me sound” Ash on my shirt and a grin on my face Smell like a dispensary all over the place Wake and bake whisper, callin’ my name Every little nug lookin’ different in flame Tried to quit once, made it half a day Then I smelled that loud and I floated away [Chorus] Might as well face it, I’m addicted to weed Sunshine in a zig-zag, exactly what I need Might as well face it, yeah it’s easy to see I got a Colorado condition and it’s chronic, baby [Verse 2] Got jars in the cupboard, got one by the bed Probably got a terpene floatin’ round my head Indica evening, sativa at noon Hybrid got me talkin’ to the man in the moon Went to the store just to get some bread Came back with papers and some gummies instead Girl said, “Blazey, you got no self-control” I said, “That may be true, but this joint got soul” [Chorus] Might as well face it, I’m addicted to weed Clouds in my lungs and a groove in my speed Might as well face it, yeah it’s plain to see I got a mile-high habit and it looks real good on me [Bridge] I tried to be sober for an hour or two Started hearin’ my problems talkin’ louder than you So I packed me a bowl and I called it a truce Now the room feel nice and the brain came loose Ain’t chasing trouble, ain’t looking for fights Just trying to make it through these long weird nights With a little green grace and a slow dub beat And some garlic funk stink on everything I keep [Verse 3] Lighter in my pocket, resin on my thumb Half my best ideas when the smoke cloud come Write a whole chorus from a roach and a spark Then forget where I put it in the middle of the dark My hoodie smell toasted, my car smell loud I done made best friends with a festival crowd If loving this herb is a beautiful vice Then roll me another and pass me the fire twice [Chorus] Might as well face it, I’m addicted to weed Good for the laugh and the philosophical speed Might as well face it, I’m exactly that breed A little too fried, but emotionally freed [Outro] So if you come knockin’, better bring that green Something sticky, kinda pretty, maybe purple, maybe mean Blazey Jones posted up exactly where I be With a spliff, a smile, and addicted to weed
