Lyrics: Skittles – Time For A Spliff

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1. You know what time it is
   It’s time for a spliff
   Give me some cig and some Riz
   n a surface to work with
   You must have a roach on your person
   That return train ticket in your purse will be perfect
   So hand it over, trust me it will be worth it
   I got that sticky-picky head-fucker booker motherfucker
   Don’t believe me? Only time will determine
   So then I flip it, lick it, stick it, rip, before you even know I’ve lit itListen
   It’s like spirits are high
   But so am I so my spirit is low
   And this will keep me content for 40 minutes or so
   Of which I spend most of alone
   Well not alone, but you know, ‘alone’
   Like stoned, alone
   Lights on, no one home
   Missed calls on my phone, never heard the tone
   I’m zoned
   I’m in the zone
   Tingling tongues tongue-tied biting the lips
   I ask a guy for a light to light the side of my spliff
   And he says: you can keep it if you get it to work
   I get it working, gas first, first time with a smirk
   Burn my side burn, tap my ash, athanks in return
   And I think he knew i fancied his bird
   I advance to the curb
   Grab the taxi, stubbed it out at a third
   Now that’s cost me four draws and it hurts
   man i must be a fool like the fourth of the first
   I mean the first of the fourth
   See this shit’s perverting the course of my thoughts
   Cause I don’t think the way I used to think or drink the way I used to drink
   You think that’s a coinkidink?
   So I arrive and i re-alight
   I give the driver a fiver and say: you have a nice night, alright?
   Cause you were funny and you didn’t ask for money upfront
   Cause anyone who’s bunning a blunt ain’t running for nothing
   So I suck in my last blast, dash it and walk in the gaff
   Stash a few wraps in the door staff
   What can I say?
   MDMA pays
   That’s why I bring a whole new meaning to putting weight on your waist
   And I’m impatient cause waiting’s a waste
   I’m not sitting back watching time wasting away
   I got bare time wasters all up in my face
   And the effects of that last spliff’s fading awayChorus
   Listen
   They say there’s no smoke without fire
   Well I’m fire when I smoke so I’m a smoke buyer
   It’s really easy swapping six sick sklits for a hit
   But not when some thick pricks sticking grit in the shit
   Nope
   So now the, the good bud boys we know from the north
   They wanna shot us two Gs of Blue Cheese for a score
   And I’m the type to turn my nose up at 3.4
   I shoulda thought of that when the Government warning was launched
   But we were warned, we were all warned
   We could of stocked up, bought more
   We could of bought four and half for 4 or less before the mess
   And now it’s that the good weed’s gold
   I see people feeling happy paying one-eight an 0
   Getting one-eight for an eigth with a big smile on their face
   That kid’s just been sorted out by a mate
   You know, mates rates
   But I’d be lying if I said I ain’t been buying a couple of twos at the blues to keep my rhyming in line
   Like it was fuelling my mind
   I keep improving my rhymes
   I gave up for four and a half months after the first verse
   Yep the first two’s took till just now to write
   So if you think I’m smoking now, you’re right
   I’m high as a kite
   Plus I’m fucking tired man been trying to fight sleep for nights
   That’s why daylight never seemed so bright
   So I wipe my eyes, build a spliff and reach for a light
   And try and peace together what I broke of my life last night
   Cause it was live last night
   Every man and his man was inside last night
   I was fucked and met my boy from work at five past five
   Which I find kind of funny cause that’s the same time that I arrived home last night
   Or this morning or whatever you call it
   Man’s falling asleep here talking, feeling awfully awkward
   So I’m just gonna take a walk to gather my thoughts
   And build a spliff before my system aborts
   Slightly different chorus:
   You know what time it is
   It’s time for a spliff
   Give me some cig and some riz n a surface to work with
   You must have a roach on your person
   That empty rizla packet in your jacket will smack it
   So hand it over, rapid, top up my backy
   I got that sticky-bicky head-fucker booker motherfucker
   Don’t believe me? Let me wrap up a fatty
   So then I flip it, lick it, stick it, rip before you even know I’ve lit it.

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2. been listenin to skits for years now, read through your rendidtion and noticed a few mistakes, im from manchester so the slang is easier for me.
   good attempt tho. safe

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   1. Props for that mate. Keep ’em coming. (Lyrics updated)

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