Smoke It Down (Just to Dream)

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Jen said last night, “My THC’s off the charts—
Only thing that’s quietin’ my panic attacks and starts.”
I told her, “Same here, girl, I’m rollin’ it deep,
It’s the only way I’m ever gettin’ to sleep.”

(Chorus)
It’s PTSD from the land of the brave,
Where the wolves guard the henhouse and the flags misbehave.
We’re puffin’ on progress that went up in flames,
‘Cause the system’s a hustle, and we’re losin’ the game.
Yeah, it’s anger and fear rolled in government green,
Gotta smoke it down just to dream.

(Verse 2)
Oh, they’re bannin’ the books, but they’re sellin’ the guns,
Sayin’ “Thoughts and prayers” when the next round comes.
Jen’s got a vape pen, I’m packin’ a bowl,
Tryin’ to stay sane in a world outta control.

They told me, “Vote harder,” but the ballot’s a joke,
While democracy’s gaspin’ in a cloud of smoke.
We’re numbin’ the panic with a little home grow,
As the country slow roasts on reality’s stove.

(Chorus)
It’s PTSD from the land of the free,
Where the bills go unpaid but there’s tanks on TV.
We’re puffin’ on freedom that’s laced with despair,
Laughin’ while we’re coughin’ on polluted air.
Yeah, it’s anger and fear wrapped in government green,
Gotta smoke it down just to dream.

(Bridge)
Light it up for the billionaires,
Who rigged the game and pulled up the stairs.
Light it up for the Supreme Court,
Gavelin’ rights into last-resort.
Light it up for the Senate and House,
A gray-haired outhouse, a useless spouse.
Light it up for the man at the helm,
A dangerous crook in a crumblin’ realm.

(Final Chorus)
It’s PTSD from the land of the brave,
Where the dream’s been sold and we’re diggin’ a grave.
We’re puffin’ on history that’s turnin’ to ash,
While they party on yachts with our bailout cash.
Yeah, it’s anger and fear rolled in government green,
Gotta smoke it down just to dream…

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(Verse 1) Well, the rich bought Congress for a nickel and song, Now they’re sellin’ pitchforks, but outlawin’ wrong. We’re watchin’ the circus from the cheap nosebleeds, While the clowns light torches and fan the misdeeds. Jen said last night, “My THC’s off the charts— Only thing that’s quietin’ my panic attacks and starts.” I told her, “Same here, girl, I’m rollin’ it deep, It’s the only way I’m ever gettin’ to sleep.” (Chorus) It’s PTSD from the land of the brave, Where the wolves guard the henhouse and the flags misbehave. We’re puffin’ on progress that went up in flames, ‘Cause the system’s a hustle, and we’re losin’ the game. Yeah, it’s anger and fear rolled in government green, Gotta smoke it down just to dream. (Verse 2) Oh, they’re bannin’ the books, but they’re sellin’ the guns, Sayin’ “Thoughts and prayers” when the next round comes. Jen’s got a vape pen, I’m packin’ a bowl, Tryin’ to stay sane in a world outta control. They told me, “Vote harder,” but the ballot’s a joke, While democracy’s gaspin’ in a cloud of smoke. We’re numbin’ the panic with a little home grow, As the country slow roasts on reality’s stove. (Chorus) It’s PTSD from the land of the free, Where the bills go unpaid but there’s tanks on TV. We’re puffin’ on freedom that’s laced with despair, Laughin’ while we’re coughin’ on polluted air. Yeah, it’s anger and fear wrapped in government green, Gotta smoke it down just to dream. (Bridge) Light it up for the billionaires, Who rigged the game and pulled up the stairs. Light it up for the Supreme Court, Gavelin’ rights into last-resort. Light it up for the Senate and House, A gray-haired outhouse, a useless spouse. Light it up for the man at the helm, A dangerous crook in a crumblin’ realm. (Final Chorus) It’s PTSD from the land of the brave, Where the dream’s been sold and we’re diggin’ a grave. We’re puffin’ on history that’s turnin’ to ash, While they party on yachts with our bailout cash. Yeah, it’s anger and fear rolled in government green, Gotta smoke it down just to dream…

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