It's from the bone, it's from the bone, it's from the bone, it's from the bone. Pick it, cock it, fire it up, come along, and take a hit from the bone. Put the blunt down just for a second, don't get me wrong, it's not a new bending. Inhale, exhale, just got a ounce in the mail. I like a blunt or a big fat comb, but my double barrel bomb is getting me stoned. Don't steal it, there's water inside, don't spill it, it smells like shit on the carpet. Steal it, goes down smooth when I get it cleaned in. I'm the skunky, funky, smelly, greasy shit. Sing my song, pump all night long, as I take hits from the bone. It's from the bone, it's from the bone, it's from the bone, it's from the bone. Smoke that bowl, hit the bone, and then take that finger off of that hole. Plug it, unplug it, don't strain. I love you, Mary Jane. She never complains when I hit Mary. With that flame, I light up the cherry. She's so good to me. When I pack a fresh bowl, I clean the screen. Don't get me stirred up, the smoke do the fumbling. Water's making it pure, so I got to take my hit and hold it. Just like charm, I get the ball and I reload it. Get my forefoot up and bring it on, as I take hits from the bone. It's from the bone. Get the, get the. It's from the bone. It's from the bone. Get the, get the. It's from the bone. It's from the bone. Hit the heartbreaking in. Get the, hit the. Get the, get the. It's from the bone. Get the, get the.