Pass the bong
Pass the bong
Pass the pretty bong
All along, all along
Been lookin' for the one
Marijuana never wrong
I knew it all along
You're the one, you're the one
My military son
I was raised by the waves
In the suburbs of a city
The Pacific flows within me
Summer nights at the base
Liquor would flow, Pacificos (hey, hey gimme that)
Pacific ocean show me the road home (Filipino)
I'm his banana dream (uh)
He wanna get between
My thighs and hold me tight
Get lost in all the cream (he do)
Nights I dream of green
The jungle speaks to me
The endless sea is telling me where I need to be (take me away)
Tiger Song got the bong
Belong to the sea
He follow along
He love my stoney anarchy (revolution)
Swimmin' swimmin' in it
Time to pass it (aw, come on)
Wet pussy, Tiger keep it classy baby
Pass the bong (fine)
Pass the bong baby
Pass the bong
Pass the bong
Pass the pretty bong
All along, all along
Been lookin' for the one
Marijuana never wrong
I knew it all along
You're the one, you're the one
My military son
Hold it in my chest
Break out in sweat
Have dependency on that endo weed
Little mixed girl
World taught me where I'd end up (little mama san)
No innocence in a city full of men with guns (no innocence)
No summer sons
I waited my whole life to get things right (no one believe in me)
They passed me around like a blunt in the night (saw you lookin' mighty fine)
Your boys know
You pass me to your homie (you passed me like I was nothing)
I'm a homie-hopper, baby
I hate paying out your favors lately (a hunnit should do it)
I can do it better
I can do it wetter than her
River Song, River never wrong (drip drip drip)
Titties always litty
My kitty always wet and pretty (I waited 'til the moment was right)
I see you riding smooth up in my city
So pass it to me, pass it to me
Pass the bong
Pass the bong
Pass the pretty bong
All along, all along
Been lookin' for the one
You're my finger on the trigger
My hand behind the gun
You're the one, you're the one
My military son
Pass the bong
Pass the bong
Pass the pretty bong
All along, all along
Been lookin' for the one
You're my finger on the trigger
My hand behind the gun (No one believe in me baby, no)
You're the one, you're the one
My military son
Military family
Make it your dream
You send your son to die in the wicked war machine
Make your son an M-16
You send your son to die in the wicked war machine
Military family
Make it your dream
You send your son to die in the wicked war machine
Make your son an M-16
You send your son to die in the wicked war machine