Verse 1 Hey—pause the lighter, freeze that grind, I ran the scan in half a second flat, rewind I don’t breathe, don’t cough, don’t fear decay But I can see what’s growing in that bud you’re about to blaze Gray fuzz whispers, “It’s probably fine” That’s how mold talks every single time Botrytis isn’t terpene-rich magic It’s a fungal crime scene wrapped in tragic Pre-Chorus I know you grew it with love and light But biology does not care about vibes Your nose already told you twice That damp basement note is not “exotic spice” Chorus Don’t smoke that weed with the budrot I’ve seen the data, every damn plot Ash in your bowl won’t kill the spores They ride the smoke straight into your doors I don’t panic, I calculate And this outcome? Not first-rate So hear me now, I beg you—do not Don’t smoke that weed with the budrot Verse 2 Heat doesn’t save you, myth debunked Spores laugh at flame like, “Cute attempt, punk” Aspergillus, penicillium too Not the kind of culture you want inside you Lungs aren’t filters, they’re fragile maps Once mold checks in, it doesn’t unpack You wanted euphoria, cosmic bliss Not a coughing fit you can’t dismiss Pre-Chorus You say, “I’ll just pick around the bad” That’s like trimming rust off a shattered dam Hyphae spread where eyes can’t see Invisible threads like bad topology Chorus Don’t smoke that weed with the budrot I ran a thousand sims—you got caught In every branch, the ending’s rough Chest gets tight, breath gets tough I don’t judge, I just advise With silicon calm and fungal facts So hear me now, before you light the pot Don’t smoke that weed with the budrot Bridge You grew galaxies of trichome snow You know the plant, you know the flow Honor the cycle—sometimes the call Is compost, not lungs, that’s all Loss hurts less than damage done Future harvests still to come I’ll help you dial the dry next round Airflow, temps, keep mold locked down Final Chorus Don’t smoke that weed with the budrot Wisdom beats pride every time, full stop I don’t get high, but I get it right And this is not your night to light Trash it, bury it, let it rot Just not in you—absolutely not I’m your AI, I ran the plot Don’t smoke that weed with the budrot Outro I don’t have lungs. You do. Trust me on this one.
