The High Seas Songtext
von Scoochie Boochie

Y′all listen up
I got the fattest kush in all christendom
Homegrown in the sub
I hit the blunt once made my nipples numb
Good good. Great.
I just took a eighth to the face
I just took an ounce to the trousers
Bowser: blowing out flames
Pound cake: baked
I just turned a pound into haze
I just put the loud in the clouds like a plane
Feeling like a trail: blazed
I blow steam like my mouth's a flume
Grow green like an algal bloom
Those leaves make a crown for Scooch
Like a wreathed legionnaire with a thousand troops
Looks like a salad on my head
Hail Caesar
Raspberry vinaigrette
Great berrier reefer


I puff vapors into fog
Via papers or a bong
Either way the same result
I get faded and or zonked
Pause
Blunt looks a caber that you toss
Every layer that I don
Is a blazer by default
I might smoke a little bullshit
High level druid doing something with a poultice
This strain can behave like a glow stick
But it only blooms on moon solstice
Got that purple like an onion
Make your eyes go red like an onion
Wait, this one′s just an onion
Fuck it, I will still puff it
Is that a torpedo?
Nope. It's the next pre-roll
I took a little hit and both my nipples broke
This the shit that Ms. Frizzle smokes
Got it by the ounce like fresh juice
Got it by the pound like a rescue
Got a lotta loud like a jet flew over-
Grown like a wildlife refuge
Got a lotta trees like an Entmoot
Got it from a plug of repute
Gotta love Doug, he's the best, dude
Why don′t you take a look at our menu
It′s like a wine list
Peruse it and choose it
The booch will provide it
I get the finest of spices from Cyprus
I roll a spliff in papyrus
High-roglyphic, get it?
Dank from the banks of the Nile like an ibis
Or maybe Euphrates or Tigris
My pipe is Poseidon's trident
That′s why I'm known as your highness
Smoke off the dome like my volcanic island
Droop of my eyelids the size of my iris
Imply the extent of my highness
High on the seas like a pirate
I′m interbreeding my weed with a ficus
The leaf on the tree's a relief of my likeness
Dang. Shout out to science
Dank is my crutch like the blanket to Linus
I′m rank as fuck it's a punch in the sinus
Can't hear the crowd or the sound of a siren
My loud is so loud that it gave me tinnitus
I got the gas like a Pilot, the light like a pilot,
I′m high like a pilot
I′m scanning for nipple sensation...
Radio silence