Time for a Spliff - 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-fucker booker motherfucker

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

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 shit’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 suck 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

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 shit

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 fucking 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 fucked 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

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-fucker booker motherfucker

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