Lyrics

INTRO
Yo...
Have you ever argued with a toaster... about democracy?
Nah?
Then you ain't been smokin' what I been smokin'...

VERSE 1
Bought a spliff from a wizard on a Boris bike,
Said it’s rolled with pages from the Bill of Rights.
Lit it up outside a Costa,
Asked the barista if she's read Marx or watched Star Wars backwards.
My cat's named Churchill, smokes a pipe,
Says "weed won wars, not tanks" – he might be right.
Talk to my weed like it's foreign policy,
It answers back: "You need more honesty."

VERSE 2
Cops pull me over, say I smell too free,
I say "Sir, this is incense, from a monastery."
They search my socks, find Plato's cave,
I tell 'em "that’s my philosophical vape."
Politician’s drunk on telly, that’s legal,
But my spliff’s illegal – man, that’s medieval.
Vodka’s taxed, but truth ain’t,
So I hide my thoughts in a Rizla, and let 'em faint.

VERSE 3
Tried to join Parliament, high on Skunk,
Declared war on Mondays and illegal funk.
Wrote a bill that makes hugs mandatory,
And replaces ads with bedtime stories.
Capitalism tried to fine me,
But I paid in chill vibes and herbal tea.
My lawyer’s a cactus, he said “Relax, mate,”
Then cross-examined the judge with a vape pen cape.

DOUBLE HOOK
Spliff politic – we legalize logic,
If Churchill smoked it, then why's it demonic?
Spliff politic – I vote with my lighter,
If your truth's on fire, then mine is brighter.


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SPOKEN OUTRO (stoned monologue)
You ever notice...
the moon kinda looks like a government camera?
I mean...
if Winston Churchill and Bob Marley had a baby...
it’d be my toaster.