Trees on Me

Eed On Me - text Mr officer I can't lie You done smell it inna me clothes And see tho red inna me eye You don't need to search me If a di ganja u want As u tek it whe I'm gonna look another draw I've got weed on me And its celar to see Cuen if you lock me up and throw away the Key As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree I've got weed on me You can see it on my eyes I smoke to meditate Mi naah try to get high Then how come, ganja man a mek cellblock overload When so much man kill man a road Mr. Officer u know say a true You have whole heap a better things bi go do One little spliff and u say mi bruck the code Suppose u see me when the chalice dem a load Then when u go home and change u uniform You bun u spliff wrap up inna vanilla blunt I've got weed on me And its celar to see Cuen if you lock me up and throw away the Key As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree I've got weed on me You can see it on my eyes I smoke to meditate Mi naah try to get high Mi nuh brignt and mi nuh feisty Mi nuh fearless But this a mi explanation in all fairness Mi couldnt just dash whe di highest of highest Mek it worse the grades me a bun a di dearest A little reasoning mi nah diss di ting mi nu in discipline Gimme a listening ear Me coulda try tek u bi fool and gwan like say it nu deh near When di smell tun uploud inna di air I've got weed on me And its clear to see Even if you lock me up and throw away the Key As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree I've got weed on me You can see it on my eyes I smoke to meditate Mi naah try to get high Mr officer I can't lie You done smell it inna me clothes And see tho red inna me eye You don't need to search me If a di ganja u want As u tek it whe I'm gonna look another draw I've got weed on me And its clear to see Even if you lock me up and throw away the Key As you bree me up I'm gonna pick another tree I've got weed on me You can see it on my eyes I smoke to meditate Mi naah try to get high Then how come, ganja man a mek cellblock overload When so much man kill man a road Mr. Officer u know say a true You have whole heap a better things bi go do One little spliff and u say mi bruck the code Suppose u see me when the chalice dem a load Then when u go home and change u uniform You bun u spliff wrap up inna vanilla blunt I've got weed on me