Me n Jake Waitin For a Weed

Ashtray full and the tea’s gone cold,
Got a playlist on that’s three songs old.
Every car light swingin’ round that bend,
Got us both leanin’ like “this might be the one, my friend.”

[Chorus]
Me n Jake waitin’ on a weed,
Got a tenner and a dream and a ragged-ass need.
Kettle rattlin’, boots on the floor,
Laughin’ ‘bout life, but we’re starin’ at the door.
If patience is a virtue, we’re holy indeed,
Me n Jake, me n Jake, waitin’ on a weed.

[Verse 2]
He said, “Five away,” ‘bout an hour ago,
Blue tick, no text, but the chat’s on slow.
Jake’s rollin’ roaches from the ashtray bones,
Says, “One man’s stub is another man’s homegrown.”

We talk exes, bosses, bills in red,
Talk big plans we ain’t quite bred.
Every little siren in the city night hum,
Got me thinkin’ “that’s him,” then it just rolls on.

[Chorus]
Me n Jake waitin’ on a weed,
Got a crumpled note and a bargain-bag creed.
Radiator hissin’, stomp on the floor,
Tellin’ old stories we’ve told before.
If time’s worth money, he’s makin’ us bleed,
Me n Jake, me n Jake, waitin’ on a weed.

[Bridge]
Maybe he’s stuck at the lights,
Maybe he’s lost in the twists of the night.
Maybe he’s sparked up the sample and strayed,
Took a wrong turn down the road he made.

Jake says, “Bruv, if he never does land,
We still got the jokes and a half-dead band,
We still got the beat of the heel and the hand—
Sometimes the wait is the whole damn jam.”

[Verse 3]
Then a text lights up like a neon sign,
“Yo, I’m outside,” like the punchline.
We look at each other, just start to grin,
All this time wasted just to let him in.

Brown paper bag and a nod, no fuss,
Couple little crumbs on the floor ‘round us.
Jake taps rhythm on the old wood floor,
Says, “Next time he’s late, we’ll write one more.”

[Chorus]
Me n Jake waitin’ on a weed,
Turned dead air into somethin’ we need.
Kettle still rattlin’, hearts on the floor,
We’ll have a lil’ smoke, then we’ll sing it once more.
If life’s in the gaps where nobody leads,
Me n Jake, me n Jake, waitin’ on a weed.

[Outro (tag)]
Yeah, me n Jake, boots tappin’ in time,
Half for the high, half for the rhyme.
If he’s late next week, we’ll just take our seat—
Two fools, one tune, and the rattle ‘neath our feet.

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[Verse 1] Sun droppin’ slow on a Tuesday night, Me n Jake on the back step, watchin’ daylight bite. Phone on the table, screen face-down, Said “twenty minutes, bruv” and it’s been an hour now. Ashtray full and the tea’s gone cold, Got a playlist on that’s three songs old. Every car light swingin’ round that bend, Got us both leanin’ like “this might be the one, my friend.” [Chorus] Me n Jake waitin’ on a weed, Got a tenner and a dream and a ragged-ass need. Kettle rattlin’, boots on the floor, Laughin’ ‘bout life, but we’re starin’ at the door. If patience is a virtue, we’re holy indeed, Me n Jake, me n Jake, waitin’ on a weed. [Verse 2] He said, “Five away,” ‘bout an hour ago, Blue tick, no text, but the chat’s on slow. Jake’s rollin’ roaches from the ashtray bones, Says, “One man’s stub is another man’s homegrown.” We talk exes, bosses, bills in red, Talk big plans we ain’t quite bred. Every little siren in the city night hum, Got me thinkin’ “that’s him,” then it just rolls on. [Chorus] Me n Jake waitin’ on a weed, Got a crumpled note and a bargain-bag creed. Radiator hissin’, stomp on the floor, Tellin’ old stories we’ve told before. If time’s worth money, he’s makin’ us bleed, Me n Jake, me n Jake, waitin’ on a weed. [Bridge] Maybe he’s stuck at the lights, Maybe he’s lost in the twists of the night. Maybe he’s sparked up the sample and strayed, Took a wrong turn down the road he made. Jake says, “Bruv, if he never does land, We still got the jokes and a half-dead band, We still got the beat of the heel and the hand— Sometimes the wait is the whole damn jam.” [Verse 3] Then a text lights up like a neon sign, “Yo, I’m outside,” like the punchline. We look at each other, just start to grin, All this time wasted just to let him in. Brown paper bag and a nod, no fuss, Couple little crumbs on the floor ‘round us. Jake taps rhythm on the old wood floor, Says, “Next time he’s late, we’ll write one more.” [Chorus] Me n Jake waitin’ on a weed, Turned dead air into somethin’ we need. Kettle still rattlin’, hearts on the floor, We’ll have a lil’ smoke, then we’ll sing it once more. If life’s in the gaps where nobody leads, Me n Jake, me n Jake, waitin’ on a weed. [Outro (tag)] Yeah, me n Jake, boots tappin’ in time, Half for the high, half for the rhyme. If he’s late next week, we’ll just take our seat— Two fools, one tune, and the rattle ‘neath our feet.

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