Black Thumbz by Rev Lyrics
Verse 1:
Hello, my name is Dr. Blackthumb
Diggin' in the ashtray's where I'm back from
With a fat packed rip full of dusty crumbs
Lovely skunk, fills up my rusty lungs
So runty, like a rat backed up in a cage
Bite off ya face for the grade smoke monthly
I stay high, wonder why my brain's fried
Maybe I should've tried
Instead I threw my life away like suicide
At least I ain't a fucked clone, no
Stuck to a phone? no
I'm stoned in a cosmic zone
Oh what a dream
Gettin' lean to the flow, drinkin' Bucky by the bowl
Hittin' skunk by the O, and roll it slow
Okie dokie
Ya dun know how we don't do
It's the Rev-roo
Sippin' red rum
I say it again, son
It's The Reverand
Hook:
Black thumbz, filthy fingers, dirty hands
I get caned, even when I'm out of grams
I stay ballin', like I got grands
I'm the man, the bay
Black Thumbz all day. [x2]
Verse 2:
So rev an engine for me
Respect to E and Inspector Steve
Expect the steez
Green like moldy cheese, funky
It's that runty
Roll a monthly blunt the size of England and bun the country
This is for the junkies on rock n roll
Should be on the rich list, not the dole
But we keep our soul, through these caner days
Tryna gain a wage and a bag to blaze
It's sad to say that you're a bum mate, boo-hoo
I blast off through space in a shroom brew
Who knew that the dude held the answers?
It's true
Dr. Do spaced out like The Who
I'm a rockstar baby, and lately it's all viral
My days all hazy in a downwards spiral
I line up the linals, til I'm finally swineld
Don't mention
And let the runts take the title
Hook:
Black thumbz, filthy fingers, dirty hands
I get caned, even when I'm out of grams
I stay ballin', like I got grands
I'm the man, the bay
Black Thumbz all day. [x2]
Hello, my name is Dr. Blackthumb
Diggin' in the ashtray's where I'm back from
With a fat packed rip full of dusty crumbs
Lovely skunk, fills up my rusty lungs
So runty, like a rat backed up in a cage
Bite off ya face for the grade smoke monthly
I stay high, wonder why my brain's fried
Maybe I should've tried
Instead I threw my life away like suicide
At least I ain't a fucked clone, no
Stuck to a phone? no
I'm stoned in a cosmic zone
Oh what a dream
Gettin' lean to the flow, drinkin' Bucky by the bowl
Hittin' skunk by the O, and roll it slow
Okie dokie
Ya dun know how we don't do
It's the Rev-roo
Sippin' red rum
I say it again, son
It's The Reverand
Hook:
Black thumbz, filthy fingers, dirty hands
I get caned, even when I'm out of grams
I stay ballin', like I got grands
I'm the man, the bay
Black Thumbz all day. [x2]
Verse 2:
So rev an engine for me
Respect to E and Inspector Steve
Expect the steez
Green like moldy cheese, funky
It's that runty
Roll a monthly blunt the size of England and bun the country
This is for the junkies on rock n roll
Should be on the rich list, not the dole
But we keep our soul, through these caner days
Tryna gain a wage and a bag to blaze
It's sad to say that you're a bum mate, boo-hoo
I blast off through space in a shroom brew
Who knew that the dude held the answers?
It's true
Dr. Do spaced out like The Who
I'm a rockstar baby, and lately it's all viral
My days all hazy in a downwards spiral
I line up the linals, til I'm finally swineld
Don't mention
And let the runts take the title
Hook:
Black thumbz, filthy fingers, dirty hands
I get caned, even when I'm out of grams
I stay ballin', like I got grands
I'm the man, the bay
Black Thumbz all day. [x2]