Kottonmouth Kings - Pack Your Bowls Lyrics

Let me tell you story about. How some good old boys do it

Pack your bowl
Lets get stoned
As we head on down the road (As we head on down the road)

Now please come and take a journey through life
The experience from what its like for thirteen weeks
On a butt loungin' in my bottom bucks yeah
With my pillow from home I'm catching and rollin' Z's
Countin' sheep while I'm sleeping in my satin sheets
Its a long way from X in a double freak
I spend my day walking up and down invisible streets
Smoking weed with the kings its a hella good thing


I spent a lifetime on the open highway. A tough choice but I got to do it my way
My voice is gone home so far away I know they are for another eight days
I'm passed exhaustion I haven't slept for a week
My girls trippin' and we gettin' searched by the heat
On top of that my merks guy rips this blind
Worst part I thought I was a pack of mine

[Chorus:]
Pack your bowls pack your bowls. Pack your bowls pack your bowls
As we head on down this winding road (As we head on down the road)
Pack your bowl lets get stoned (Ah lets get stoned lets get stoned)
As we head on down the road (As we head on down the road)

Yeah you know I'm always getting stoned
Waking up everyday in the morning rollin' bongs
Big ones always keepin' it hot
Ya know the type to smoke out like some gun shots
Put your brain in a slipknot
Life's slipknot have you standing on a rooftop rooftop rooftop
A foot in the gas lean back while I'm mashing why its up throw em up roll em up things I last

Ha ha ha my life's kinda funny man
Been everywhere smoke can out from Michigan
I heads spinning yo I think I need a cat scan
We smoking so much weed on the cap-I-tan
Richter's mind the can with a bud light
In case I'm getting loose when I roll with my band
And when I'm with my friend we getting out of hand
I'm on the wrong way flicking us we never back again

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We smoke up indo out the window
Show at the show we go out for broke
Rips like candle smoke like candle

Back on the road we write in the thick of things
Dippin', dodging, riding through different scenes
Different counties, cities, and districts somebody call a doctor this crew is so sick!
We the king klick cannabis monsters chewing up lobsters how the hellik they caught us
And they oughta X to got frota pickin' on Coronas sippin' on Coladas

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