I went through that Bob Marley stage, that ganja ganja
That one love brah, it’s a medicine that makes you stronger
Equated to me chilling, isolated in my apartment
Blazing an eighth a day and playing Grand Theft Auto
Like “Damn, I’m way more creative”
Twenty minutes later, staring at the paper
Yeah, at 4/20, it was all about the love
Now it’s 4:31 and I’m paranoid as fuck
Like “who are these hippies, and where are my real friends?
Why are you playing hacky sack in a field, Ben?
You need Visine, your eyes are real red.
Wiz Khalifa’s gonna fuck your girlfriend”
I’m not against legalization, not at all.
I’m against glorification, you are not Snoop Dogg.
Moderation, that’s the key
But the door’s unlocked.
It’s up to you how you use it.
Make the call, c’mon
Macklemore’s verse on Tommy Chong by Blue Scholars
