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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Reverend and the Makers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jimmy Welsh
Songwriter
Jon McClure
Songwriter
Marcus Smith
Songwriter
James Welsh
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jimmy Welsh
Producer
Lyrics
Good morning Reverend,
It's ahh, Howard Marks calling.
Look,
You really mustn't release this track mate
Or even play it live.
You're glorifying drugs like,
You're saying they're cool...
But don't forget drugs make people irrational...
Drugs make people irrational
Especially those people who don't take them
...like your Mother.
So ma mum knows about the weed I smoke
It's the E's and go make a mind y'know?
And I make'a'wanna fak'ammana smack some blow
Rain and pills and lotion O's
My mom says "Son Stop",
But she don't know 'bout thos Pills I got,
E's from a geezer met ye rock,
And he hit the top when that bassline drops.
I think I drink too,
I think I smoke too,
I think I smoke too much.
And if I sink to, my knees I ought to
Get me some open such.
If we pray, pray
Pray and pray, we pray that it will go away
But I can't help praying that I wish it stays
Oh we can just get fucked for days.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
My mum don't know abot the E's I pump,
The weed I smoke
She knows but she thieves a lot
So much Coke in my nose take it easy Bruh
Like ya know what I'm burraw when I see the cops
I've got to hide my shit
Before they find my shit...
And I don't wanna load it to anyone,
Because I really like shit.
You know... I'm stoned, I'm a skychiatrist
So if you feel alone, then take a try of this.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
My mum knows about the weed I burn,
She's just luuursh she's 'eard the word,
Must a've had a word with the dickie bird
Who told her I'm a junkie.
Mum says "son please",
I said mother it's not like i'm diseased,
Every a'now and then we take a couple of E's
And get a little funkyI think I drink too,
I think I smoke too,
I think I smoke too much.
And if I sink to, my knees I ought to
Get me some open such.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
C'mon now lets get mashed,
Let get munt'red, lets get trashed,
Let's go out and blow some cash
On shit we don't need.
Writer(s): James Charles Welsh, Jon Maym Mcclure, Marcus Maym Smith
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