My drug dealer, don't deliver. It makes smokin' my joints a pain.
Guess I'll take the treck cross town; just to smoke that Kush again.
Don't know what'd I'd do for a tastey hoot, for now I'm singing those Zig Zag blues.
That's what I get for smokin' the last of my bag, but it's a pothead's life.

Comes in Purple Kush and Lemon.
Makes me feel right next to heaven.
So I smoke twenty-four-seven; it's an expensive religion.
Runs ya five a joint, and ten a dime; sixty a quarter it's really a crime.
Stuff your bongs, light your blunts and pipes and doobies - for a pothead's life.


It's a pothead's life; doobie after doobie; it's a pothead's life.


Roll the fattest blunt that you've ever seen, and I'll smoke it to my dome.
But you can't tell by looking at me, I'm a chronic loving lone stone.
You don't know what I'd do for a tastey hoot, for now I'm singing the Zig Zag blues.
Must be time for another Juicey Jay, what more can I say.
It's a pothead's life.

Comes in Purple Kush and Lemon.
Makes me feel right next to heaven.
So I smoke twenty-four-seven; it's an expensive religion.
Runs ya five a joint, and ten a dime; sixty a quarter it's really a crime.
That's the price I'll pay, to smoke night and day.
It's a pothead's life.

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Comes in Purple Kush and Lemon.
Makes me feel right next to heaven.
I suggest you smoke twenty-four-seven.
Damn it's an expensive religion.
Runs ya five a joint, and ten a dime; sixty a quarter it's really a crime.
That's the price I'll pay to smoke night and day.
It's a pothead's life.

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