Katie Tropp, Govinachi - When The Weed Runs Out - Original Mix Lyrics

I just got outta work it's been a rough day,
All I wanna do is blow my mind away,
All I been thinking about is puffin on a J,
Kickin' back with my best friend the homie Mary Jane,

Open up the drawer I'm so confused,
My ziplock is empty what do I do?
Hit up my dealer he says "Sorry dude!"
"I'm outta town" so you know this kills my mood,

I grab my pipe and my pocket knife,
Start scraping away to see what I can find,
Resin comes in handy when you're in a bind,
But I gotta keep searching to sustain my high,

Taking a walk then what do I see?
No this couldn't be a joint full of weed?
My heart is so happy I inhale with glee,
Only to find out it's tobacco! Fuck me!

What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
So gimme more bud to consume
Before my blood pressure hits the roof!
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon!

My supply a lil dry, lil lower than its supposed to be,
Only He know the true reason I keep some potent leaf,
Jokingly, I'll admit I get a lil testy,
Don't come across me sideways you might catch a lefty,

Unless WE, den had a stogie session at Jermaine's crib,
Holla at my patna, them G's go for the same still,
You can catch me ridin' sky high, I got that plane feel,
Might be on that "res" for a minute, until my Jane filled,

Them ALT meds been around longer that Vicodin,
If I aint on my medicine, you get Nachi the Viking and,
I can't promise that my compose kept under quietly,
Half on a half with my homie will get me by at least,

I am beast, off it or on it don't really matter,
But I'd rather elevate to the tippy of Jacobs Ladder,
Cloud 9. You can find me like up and "adam",
But until I score some more I'll just sip on this Samuel Adams.

What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
So gimme more bud to consume
Before my blood pressure hits the roof!
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon!

I just got outta work it's been a rough day,
All I wanna do is blow my mind away,
All I been thinking about is puffin on a J,
Kickin' back with my best friend the homie Mary Jane,

Open up the drawer I'm so confused,
My ziplock is empty what do I do?
Hit up my dealer he says "Sorry dude!"
"I'm outta town" so you know this kills my mood,

I grab my pipe and my pocket knife,
Start scraping away to see what I can find,
Resin comes in handy when you're in a bind,
But I gotta keep searching to sustain my high,

Taking a walk then what do I see?
No this couldn't be a joint full of weed?
My heart is so happy I inhale with glee,
Only to find out it's tobacco! Fuck me!

What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
So gimme more bud to consume
Before my blood pressure hits the roof!
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon!

My supply a lil dry, lil lower than its supposed to be,
Only He know the true reason I keep some potent leaf,
Jokingly, I'll admit I get a lil testy,
Don't come across me sideways you might catch a lefty,

Unless WE, den had a stogie session at Jermaine's crib,
Holla at my patna, them G's go for the same still,
You can catch me ridin' sky high, I got that plane feel,
Might be on that "res" for a minute, until my Jane filled,

Them ALT meds been around longer that Vicodin,
If I aint on my medicine, you get Nachi the Viking and,
I can't promise that my compose kept under quietly,
Half on a half with my homie will get me by at least,

I am beast, off it or on it don't really matter,
But I'd rather elevate to the tippy of Jacobs Ladder,
Cloud 9. You can find me like up and "adam",
But until I score some more I'll just sip on this Samuel Adams.

What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
So gimme more bud to consume
Before my blood pressure hits the roof!
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon,
What the hell am I gonna do?
When the weed runs out it's always too soon!