Looking for the Bud

Chorus

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Verse 1

Creeping

Shadows in the street

My last blunt smoked out and my nerves are weak

Everything is dry

Nothing left to roll

Empty in the palms and empty in the soul

Pull up

Bring the heavy woods

I got what you want if you bringing the goods

Burning

Watch the world go black

Pass out on the porch then we bringing it back

Chorus

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Verse 2

Stomach full of pills and my cup is pink

Pouring out the mud sitting by the sink

East side living

Moving through the slums

Swallow all the toxins like a pack of Tums

The Llama on my lap for the ones who talk

Dragging heavy feet on the gravel walk

I am the one

The one you fear

I keep it in the back where the vision is clear

Chorus

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Verse 3

Rolling and driving while the wheels start shaking

Another summer lost and another chance taken

Looking for a spot

Pissing in a cup

Tell the K9 squad they can shut it up

They want me to rat

They want me to Fold

Keeping every secret and everything I hold

Take my time

Take it all to court

Life is too long and life is too short

Chorus

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud

Where is the bud

We looking for the bud