Lyrics (intro) smoke this, smoke this/ Focus, roaches/ roaches/ (hook) You can't sleep/ smoke this No appetite/ smoke this My eyes bloodshot red but i bet you im focused/ Trash can full of blunt guts, ash tray full of roaches/ Roaches, roaches/ (verse) Every now and then i just get that feeling/ Stressed out, need to get right back to chilling/ All a n***a really need is that sticky/ Know the police out but i got to get it/ Only got one life and i got to live it/ Call my dawg, said ill be there in a minute/ Say them folks hot, & they'll get to tripping/ Said be easy then i slid off wit it/ Them big buds, don't really want no midget/ Them good times, don't really want no Phillies/ I see a spliff & i got to build it/ I see the world, too much k**ing/ Ain't no such thing as too much chilling/ Might call you lazy, yea right really/ Tell that to the man Mojito sipping/ On a island beach with a bag of piffy/ Straight chilling, just living/ No worries, really kicking it/ No politicians, no one picketing/ Babylon is starting to look rickety No stress, that's that ganja kicking in/ When you come down just roll a spliff again/ U don't smoke weed then i know you missing it/ All you got to do is split a gar, then stick it in/ They say legalize it, i hope you're listening/ A hundred people, smell weed on a fifth of them/ Instead of helping the weak we kicking them/ The youths minds, media one a tricking them/ Enjoy your life before you miss it all/ Every time you see me i just lit di gar/ No regard for one a ganja laws/ Just say its medicinal/ (hook) You can't sleep/ smoke this No appetite/ smoke this My eyes bloodshot red but i bet you im focused/ Trash can full of blunt guts, ash tray full of roaches/ Roaches, roaches/