Skittles - Time for a Spliff lyrics

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Skittles - Time for a Spliff lyrics

[Skittles} You know what time it is It's time for a spliff Give me some cig and some Riz 'N a surface to work with You must have a roach on your person That return train ticket in your purse will be perfect So hand it over, trust me it will be worth it I got that sticky-picky head-f**er booker motherf**er Don't believe me? Only time will determine So then I flip it, lick it, stick it, rip, before you even know I've lit it [Verse 1} Listen It's like spirits are high But so am I so my spirit is low And this will keep me content for 40 minutes or so Of which I spend most of alone Well not alone, but you know, ‘alone' Like stoned, alone Lights on, no one home Missed calls on my phone, never heard the tone I'm zoned I'm in the zone Tingling tongues tongue-tied biting the lips I ask a guy for a light to light the side of my spliff And he says: you can keep it if you get it to work I get it working, gas first, first time with a smirk Burn my side burn, tap my ash, a thanks in return And I think he knew I fancied his bird I advance to the curb Grab the taxi, stubbed it out at a third Now that's cost me four draws and it hurts Man i must be a fool like the fourth of the first I mean the first of the fourth See this sh**'s perverting the course of my thoughts Cause I don't think the way I used to think or drink the way I used to drink You think that's a coinkidink? So I arrive and I re-alight I give the driver a fiver and say: you have a nice night, alright? Cause you were funny and you didn't ask for money upfront Cause anyone who's bunning a blunt ain't running for nothing So I s** in my last blast, dash it and walk in the gaff Stash a few wraps in the door staff What can I say? MDMA pays That's why I bring a whole new meaning to putting weight on your waist And I'm impatient cause waiting's a waste I'm not sitting back watching time wasting away I got bare time wasters all up in my face And the effects of that last spliff's fading away [Chorus] [Verse 2] Listen They say there's no smoke without fire Well I'm fire when I smoke so I'm a smoke buyer It's really easy swapping six sick sklits for a hit But not when some thick pricks sticking grit in the sh** Nope So now the, the good bud boys we know from the north They wanna shot us two Gs of Blue Cheese for a score And I'm the type to turn my nose up at 3.4 I shoulda thought of that when the Government warning was launched But we were warned, we were all warned We could of stocked up, bought more We could of bought four and half for 4 or less before the mess And now it's that the good weed's gold I see people feeling happy paying one-eight an 0 Getting one-eight for an eigth with a big smile on their face That kid's just been sorted out by a mate You know, mates rates But I'd be lying if I said I ain't been buying a couple of twos at the blues to keep my rhyming in line Like it was fuelling my mind I keep improving my rhymes I gave up for four and a half months after the first verse Yep the first two's took till just now to write So if you think I'm smoking now, you're right I'm high as a kite Plus I'm f**ing tired man been trying to fight sleep for nights That's why daylight never seemed so bright So I wipe my eyes, build a spliff and reach for a light And try and peace together what I broke of my life last night Cause it was live last night Every man and his man was inside last night I was f**ed and met my boy from work at five past five Which I find kind of funny cause that's the same time that I arrived home last night Or this morning or whatever you call it Man's falling asleep here talking, feeling awfully awkward So I'm just gonna take a walk to gather my thoughts And build a spliff before my system aborts [Final Chorus] You know what time it is It's time for a spliff Give me some cig and some Riz ‘n a surface to work with You must have a roach on your person That empty Rizla packet in your jacket will smack it So hand it over, rapid, top up my baccy I got that sticky-bicky head-f**er booker motherf**er Don't believe me? Let me wrap up a fatty So then I flip it, lick it, stick it, rip before you even know I've lit it