[Hook]
I'm still smoking, my problems keep coming and leave me broken
My honesty leave me in the open
Like our Dad says we ain't done yet
Gazing on the railing, weed blazing to the sunset
So I smoke away my problems, hey, smoke away my problems, hey
And I probably got a problem
Obstacles, smoking chronic until I solve them
[Verse]
Another problem, man they keep coming
No defeat, I stomp my feet like a beat drumming
Sativa on my lips make me leap quicker
Rather drown in an indica than some cheap liquor
Slicker, the realest one but the class fake
I'm Gasping at a fast rate, dabs in the hash cake
Blast, sit on the grass and let my ass bake
Watch problems come like a bong falls and the glass break
Destined for disaster, and you fold at the sight
And I light fire to my problems and put my soul into flight
Know my focus is tight, Ninja high, the weed bring the divine
And I'm Lighting up my problems so I can see the design
Blind side by the woes, not one to die at the blows
Hit the weed and I solve them, then organize them in rows
Think I got a problem, smoke an awful a lot
Pot, Taking more bong rips than the problems I got
