(Verse 1) Yo, I just copped this electric grinder, no lie, Sharper than a blade, got my weed cuttin' high. Backwoods in the air, twenty bucks set me right, Weed whackin' guitar, man, that shit soundin' tight. Lmao, Gandalf's the bubbler, I'm on that LOTR vibe, Gluten-free for my homie who's fightin' that Celiac stride. Damn, it's good, let's do this, ph it didn't matter though, I'm that black sheep friend, voice of reason when you're in a low. Back in the day, I was trouble, even if I didn't try, Eldest brother, army nerd, fightin' for my sanity. Eldest stepchild too, Gen X parents partyin' wild, So I had to be responsible, their little sidekick child. But when I turned eighteen, fuck that shit, I said, Learned responsibility the hard way, in my head. They'd say "when you're eighteen, not in my house!", I took it serious, now I'm teachin' 'em the consequences they won't allow. (Chorus) Weed comedy rap, laughin' at our plight, From the grinder to the bubbler, we do this shit right. It's not about the high, it's about the good times, Smoke a Backwoods, pour some wine, let the good vibes climb. (Verse 2) Unfortunate truth, children learn by what they see, So we gotta show 'em consequences, set 'em free. Self-advice is the hardest, tellin' yourself to change, But if you laugh at your problems, life ain't so strange. He said all the time, "unfortunately it's true", But with a Backwoods in my hand and a grin on my face, I know what to do. So here's to the weed whackers, the bubblers, and the crew, We laughin' at our struggles, knowin' we'll pull through. (Chorus) Weed comedy rap, laughin' at our past, From the army nerd to the black sheep cast, It's not about the pain, it's about the joy we've found, Smoke a Backwoods, pour some wine, let that good shit sound.
