Weed Song Wiki & Tony Seltzer

[Intro]
I pray to the Lord
(Hey Tony!)
I pray to the Lord

[Chorus: Wiki]
Every time I feel my feet in place it seem to be a slope
But down that same old hill starts to seem like a sick old joke
Is this for real? but it really feels like you keep afloat
Lotta time and it seems great, you made it to your goal
Everything that gleam gold starts to seem old
Dreams change, could be a day away from your lowest low

[Verse 1: Wiki]
Smoke 'till I can't feel my throat, but still can't seem to cope
I'm 'bout to take my tonsils out to tolerate more dope
Ain't no way to calculate the weight I toke
I could order eighths, Q's, halfs, O's, oh it just escalates
Ain't take a day off since seventh grade
Few days I did was left awake, never ate, lost hella weight
Once I got straight off the drank, I just smoked more
Left my throat more sore than I could anticipate
For every beer I woulda poured, rolled up another J
And it's not to say it wasn't filled with spliff that I could vape
Wouldn't bum it, I would take it
Wasn't budging, I would scrape it
Off the base of any surface, add some nicotine to taste
And the sickest thing?
Something in me still think that I'm great
Cause I never smoked a cigarette as if it ain't the same
Chasing highs, I ain't taking sides, eyes straight on the rise
Put everything I made into the pot just to take a dive
Into the same cake of mine that they baked me as my prize
Back to before the batter, flour, powder, atomize
On the way up the ladder, atta guy
Once you warned then you out of time, make you doubt your tribe
Right when you thought you back
Now you past your prime
Once you take flight, gotta land right, you ain't tryna die
Learn to slide, compromise your life
All while trying to acquire the one thing that made you smile
Chasing highs, taking Ls don't want to end up in that lie
Banned from Pawn Fader, Bandai, on god I-
Got fired, either a full entree, small fries, saw it from all sides
Realized that god's flawed, I ain't a god I'm a guy
All the times I couldn't stop the bars, others where I couldn't start a line
I'ma be back where I started, fine
Downtown to up top
Back up on the block where I'ma drive until that clock strikes on in time
You had a ballin' night, woke up your wallet light, gotta fall back in line