[Chorus: BVA]
Yo
What's your weapon of choice do you use to soothe your mental?
I choose weed cause it helps plus prevents too
The method you use to get wrecked and confused
I forget about the blues when I'm dipping in a sack of
What weapon of choice do you use to soothe your mental?
I choose weed cause it helps plus prevents too
The method you use to get wrecked and confused
I forget about the blues when I'm dipping in a sack of the

[Verse 1: BVA]
Green gold, poor-man's champagne
Tell that kid, I don't want none of his shit if it's damp again
The way it soothes the pain
It's man- I can't explain
The weather in life is shit but I don't feel the rain
Cause I'm relaxin'
Sticky green packed in
The papers, the vapours?
Hits my lung and it's reactin'- 'ahhhh'
Now I'm all high, me munchin' on Chinese
I'll just lie on my back, bitch you can ride me
An aphrodisiac, makes me wanna feed the cat
'Where's Beaver at?'
He's probably sleepin' with an empty sack
Plenty of raps cause I'm focused pumpin' tracks
Crumblin' buds that's fat, exhale and speak the facts
That's just how I was raised man, I'm a Glastonbury veteran
Never handing money 'till it's past the inspection
Dodge the tick collection, an everyday investment
You can hear it my words, there's a connection
[Verse 2: Dirty Dike]
It's like a struggle with my mind inside a cider bubble
Psychedelic cypher, scuffle die beside a pile of rubble
Fuck a nipple man, I'm off to buy some wine to suckle
Lying on my back singing Busta Rhymes, mine's a double
I'm buying fuck all!
Mission on a mine sweep
Fishy mister pisces
Living in the nineties
Alright Beevs
Let's find a little nature spot
Cause you've been blazin' pot and I've been wasted off this crate of scotch
Playing dead?
Maybe not
Behaving like a crazy knob
Falling out my trousers everyday so raise the Bailey's, wot!
That's just the way that I was raised
And I'll stay the same baby 'till I'm laying in my grave
This is swiggin'; fruit liquor, booze and anything resemblin'
Liquor few, live and prove everything I'm mentionin'
So give the glass back, I'll smash it in your fucking mouth
Pull my trousers down and start shoutin' in your mother's house

[Verse 3: Kashmere]
The liquid acid sent my brain into a twisted passage
I was flipping backwards, kissin' rabbits
Thinkin' this is average
Normally travellin' to oblivion
Javelin to the brain, babbling to a Simian
Enter the psychedelic kaleidoscope
It's kinda dope
The liner notes said "recline and smoke"
The DMT, (DMT!)
To strike the mind like an EMP 'Bzzz!'
20 leagues beneath the sea on Kepler 22B
Nearing chrysanthemum
Tumbling down the multi-coloured maelstrom
Of the infinite, energy rays
Geometric life-forms, you know I fucked up
Nobody's in but the light's on
Communicating with God, he's there, right in my face
My soul's about to explode, they put me right in my place
Pure astonishment, acknowledgement of a novice accomplishment
Diving off the deep-end
Dying on the weekend
[Chorus]