Item 9 Lyrics

Okay, Private Miller, you've been smoking Item 9 for 7 minutes and 13 seconds

We're going to ask you several questions. How do you feel

Well, sir, uh, I feel like a slice of butter. Meltin on top of a big old pile of flapjacks

Yeah

1937, they said Mary is illegal. Smoke mad hits to keep the vibe peaceful

Drug abuse is not for my people

Drugs I use do not come with needles

Cough so hard I choke off the diesel

Burn so bad it's like my eyes bleed too no shame in my game 3 Amigos, my papers, my lighters, my weed smoke

Break down a brand new brick like a free throw. Burn it until it's gonzo finito

Big smiles on our teeth cause we need those. Don't need weed to be seen as equal

Rastaman vibration, no evil

Get back to the love cause we need to

You as I as we are me too. I'm doing what I do off 2 edibles. Ay

One love, one bud

For the weed I smoke I stand up

Don't be calling medicine drugs

Just because they don't understand us

One love, one bud.

For the weed I smoke I stand up

Don't be calling medicine drugs

Just because they don't understand us

Sit back, relax with a fat sack

Probably got the police, so mad at that

Really don't give a fuck. It's good for the cataracts

And it's nice to my cardiac

And I ain't talking no rest

So please let me and my people rest

They be saying we got the bad breath it's probably cause in the west we smoke the best

Never really gave a fuck about haters.

Rolling this shit in blunts and papers and

Gravity bongs

Yeah we getting on I just took a dab hit god damn i'm gone and I don't really see me coming back so please tell the Soulz I need me another sack and who's pitching on that

Because if you ain't gotta five then pass my shit back. Ay

One love, one bud

For the weed I smoke I stand up

Don't be calling medicine drugs

Just because they don't understand us

One love, one bud

For the weed I smoke I stand up

Don't be calling medicine drugs

Just because they don't understand us

Smoke bomb buds. Even when I'm out in public

Never lost the drive in my life because of it Mystical marijuana frost on the hair

Deforestation. The grinders over there

Some like it hot, some like it cold

I burn pot down by the fucking caseload

Send one up for the angels who flew

Inspire, stay higher, grow through what you go through

Oh no way I'm letting this go

You cannot tell me this smoke does not relieve these stress loads. These stress loads

Why are we underground right now sir

Why can't we be out in the open

Why are we in a square right now

Why are we talking to people?

Letting them know Item 9 exists

Get it out. Shout at the rooftops. This is great. This is the bee's knees. Item 9

Private, we need you to be serious.

I'm serious. Your dick. My mouth

Fuck you