Reefer Madness by Kids of Yesterday Lyrics
When I want to escape the world it feels like paradise
When our burdens become perturbed the nerves they feel alright
Was this a plant from god to man or made by satan himself?
Well I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
Yes I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
It was made for us
Maybe not for smoking
But blaze up we must
You might think we're joking
When the times get tough
And you feel yourself choking
It might be chemical but at least it's still еdible
I can't think of better things to do with my timе
So very little relevance is placed on the mind
Look a little closer and it won't pass your eyes
No time is like the present one to roll up the sky
So pack another paper up it's time to get high
This could never hurt a soul it only stops us growing old
We stress and worry and bitch and gripe
I think this lawyer needs a light
The past is dead the future bright
I see a twinkle in your eye
A star is born a million times a moment
When I want to escape the world it feels like paradise
When our burdens become perturbed the nerves they feel alright
Was this a plant from god to man or made by satan himself?
Well I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
Yes I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
Can't stop smokin' weed
When our burdens become perturbed the nerves they feel alright
Was this a plant from god to man or made by satan himself?
Well I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
Yes I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
It was made for us
Maybe not for smoking
But blaze up we must
You might think we're joking
When the times get tough
And you feel yourself choking
It might be chemical but at least it's still еdible
I can't think of better things to do with my timе
So very little relevance is placed on the mind
Look a little closer and it won't pass your eyes
No time is like the present one to roll up the sky
So pack another paper up it's time to get high
This could never hurt a soul it only stops us growing old
We stress and worry and bitch and gripe
I think this lawyer needs a light
The past is dead the future bright
I see a twinkle in your eye
A star is born a million times a moment
When I want to escape the world it feels like paradise
When our burdens become perturbed the nerves they feel alright
Was this a plant from god to man or made by satan himself?
Well I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
Yes I'd rather toke it now than find no reefer in hell
Can't stop smokin' weed