A Friend With Weed

V1:

Well the sun comes up,

It just brings me down.

And this mean ole world keeps on spinning round and round.

I’ve been working like a dog, every day from 9 to 5.

And It ought to be against the law, just barely getting by.

Ch:

But it’s Friday again,

And we ain’t got shit to do

We’ll get high as a giraffe up in a tree.

So if I share some with you,

Will you share some with me?

A friend with weed,

Is a friend indeed.

V2:

It’s a gateway drug, to a real good time.

It don’t cost a whole lot, just a nickel or a dime.

Well it comes from the earth just like maters’ on the vine.

Homegrown or hydroponic, either one will get you high.

Ch:

Last Tag:

We would write another verse,

But we’d forget all of the words.

Cause a friend with weed,

Is a friend indeed.