In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
Relax yourself, let your brain cells die, we always rollin up the weed and inhalin til we high. sailin through the sky, but it's not a bird or a plane, and it's not SuperMan, I think her name is Mary Jane. she got me goin crazy for the weed indeed, I'm key'd, I can barely talk, barely breathe barely see, but I'm a keep goin strong, put the weed in the bong, hit it all night long, like a bitch when the pussy's bomb. only I got the bomb so I smoke, we back-to-back bong hittin holdin in til we choke. it got my eyes chinese, stuck like siamese, I'll be floatin away, when smokin a "J". blazin amazin hypnotic hydroponic chronic my brains dead, from pounds of purple, haze, blueberry and trainwreck. if you a smoker then you love how we do it, love how we be. it's just the daily routine in Humboldt County.
[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
Let's see, where should I begin, I think my story starts right around the age of 10, it was the day that I would try, the day that I would fly, that day that it become the first day that I got high. my momma said I shouldn't, my daddy said I couldn't, my homies told me take a hit then laugh and said I wouldn't. you know I ain't no chump, can never be a punk, if they gots some bud and you don't hit it, you was really bunt. so I took they little spliff, gave it a fat kiss, held on for a ride as I took a little trip. now I'm flyin high in the skies, tryin hard to hide the red-eye, love tha way it burns so I returned just like a Jedi. smokin that skunk, smokin fat blunts, smokin every morning til it's way past lunch. no it ain't a problem, yes I'm addicted, won't go to rehab, don't need to kick it. do me the lighter, and a new supplier, I'm done rollin up UnderRated pass the fire. and I'm gonna toke up on the hay-hay, roll some for L.A., it's our time to shine and I'm a smoke one for L.K.
[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
[Dave Chapelle stand-up voice over:]
Now this is when I knew I was in a bad neighborhood, you only see this in the worst neighborhoods. remember it's 3 o'clock in the morning, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. I look out the window... it was a fuckin baby standin on the corner. I went, "hey baby! baby go home man it's 3 o'clock in the morning man, what the fuck you doin out? "
The baby said, " I'm sellin weed nigga! "
I said, "OH! "
[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
Relax yourself, let your brain cells die, we always rollin up the weed and inhalin til we high. sailin through the sky, but it's not a bird or a plane, and it's not SuperMan, I think her name is Mary Jane. she got me goin crazy for the weed indeed, I'm key'd, I can barely talk, barely breathe barely see, but I'm a keep goin strong, put the weed in the bong, hit it all night long, like a bitch when the pussy's bomb. only I got the bomb so I smoke, we back-to-back bong hittin holdin in til we choke. it got my eyes chinese, stuck like siamese, I'll be floatin away, when smokin a "J". blazin amazin hypnotic hydroponic chronic my brains dead, from pounds of purple, haze, blueberry and trainwreck. if you a smoker then you love how we do it, love how we be. it's just the daily routine in Humboldt County.
[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
Let's see, where should I begin, I think my story starts right around the age of 10, it was the day that I would try, the day that I would fly, that day that it become the first day that I got high. my momma said I shouldn't, my daddy said I couldn't, my homies told me take a hit then laugh and said I wouldn't. you know I ain't no chump, can never be a punk, if they gots some bud and you don't hit it, you was really bunt. so I took they little spliff, gave it a fat kiss, held on for a ride as I took a little trip. now I'm flyin high in the skies, tryin hard to hide the red-eye, love tha way it burns so I returned just like a Jedi. smokin that skunk, smokin fat blunts, smokin every morning til it's way past lunch. no it ain't a problem, yes I'm addicted, won't go to rehab, don't need to kick it. do me the lighter, and a new supplier, I'm done rollin up UnderRated pass the fire. and I'm gonna toke up on the hay-hay, roll some for L.A., it's our time to shine and I'm a smoke one for L.K.
[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
[Dave Chapelle stand-up voice over:]
Now this is when I knew I was in a bad neighborhood, you only see this in the worst neighborhoods. remember it's 3 o'clock in the morning, it's 3 o'clock in the morning. I look out the window... it was a fuckin baby standin on the corner. I went, "hey baby! baby go home man it's 3 o'clock in the morning man, what the fuck you doin out? "
The baby said, " I'm sellin weed nigga! "
I said, "OH! "
[Hook:]
Inhale exhale, I'm a weedaholic, smokin til my lungs fail
Give love, big dubs, I'm a weedaholic, the first to hit the buds,
Don't shake, slow hits. I'm a weedaholic, who loves to smoke spliffs,
Puffin ale, smokin skunk, I'm a weedaholic, the best at rollin blunts.
Lyrics submitted by hornbogen34
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