Where's the Dutchy? Lyrics

Bass thumps, the vibe is chill

Lighter clicks, the spark's a thrill

Spliff in hand, the mood is set

A little haze, no need to fret

Rolled it tight, it's a work of art

Lit it up, now the session starts

Took a puff, let the rhythm flow

But wait—where'd the Dutchy go?

Checked the couch, the floor, my lap

Turned the kitchen into a trap

Pulled the oven open, peered inside

Found a cookie sheet—but no Dutchy to hide

Opened the fridge for a quick survey

Grabbed some grapes, then wandered away

Where's the Dutchy? Man, I just don't know

Was it here, was it there? Where'd my spliff go?

Where's the Dutchy? Yo, I'm moving slow

Got me trippin', man, I just don't know

Bathroom mirror, gave a laugh

Thought I saw it in the bubble bath

Peeked in the toilet (why'd I even try?)

Shook my head with a stoner sigh

Bedroom floor, found my socks

A pile of snacks, and an old juice box

Opened the closet, saw the light

Got distracted like, "Dang, this jacket's tight!"

Put it on, did a spin, struck a pose

Still no Dutchy—just crumbs on my clothes

Where's the Dutchy? Man, I just don't know

Was it here, was it there? Where'd my spliff go?

Where's the Dutchy? Yo, I'm moving slow

Got me trippin', man, I just don't know

Checked my plants—did I stash it there?

Peeked under the sink, found Tupperware

Opened a drawer, found my old CDs

"Man, I used to bump this back in the day

I can't wait for that new album with Snoop and Dre"

Bassline grooves as my mind spins 'round

Somewhere in this house, it's gotta be found!

Back to the couch, now crawling slow

"Where you at, L? Where'd you go?"

Caught a whiff—wait, is that smoke?

Oh damn, man, I'm the joke!

Blunt in hand, it's almost done

Did I smoke it? I'm the one!

Put it out with a laugh and a sigh

Dutchy's been with me this whole damn time

Where's the Dutchy? Man, I just don't know

Was it here, was it there? Where'd my spliff go?

Where's the Dutchy? Yo, I'm moving slow

Got me trippin', man, I just don't know

Ashtray glance, and I freeze in place

The roach is there, I'm red in the face

Coughin', laughin', I can't believe

The Dutchy's gone—guess I'm relieved

Mutter softly, "Man, I'm so baked

Next time, I'll keep my rollin' straight"

Shake my head with a smirk and a thought:

"Wait—did I ever lock the front door or not?"

Pause, then grin, "Nah, it's just the weed

Time to roll again—yo, who's got the lead?"

"Damn, I smoked the whole thing"