Last summer I found myself at a late-night pot party amongst some stoners. As I was passed a joint, I was asked, “Bill, are you going to the Toke And Float tomorrow?”
“Toke And Float? What’s that?” I asked. “It’s a pot-friendly event at Kim Tam Park in Uniontown with jam bands and vendors. You can smoke weed and float on the lake while watching live music.”
Even though I had an appointment the next evening, I figured I’d check out the event when the gates opened at noon. It sounded like my kind of gathering. I found out əkoostik hookah was headlining, which is my favorite jam band.
I got to the water park just after 12:00 pm and there were already people lined up waiting to get in. I was led to a parking spot by an employee and I walked to the front gate. On the way there, I randomly saw my friend Kyle, who was an Akron Bloom budtender at the time. These days he does promotional work for UB Good. He told me to meet up with him when I got inside of the park.
After signing a liability waiver, I talked to a few of the staff members and lifeguards about Kim Tam Park and Toke And Float. They were welcoming and invited me to come back on a non-stoner day to enjoy the park when things were a bit calmer.
Since I didn’t have a floatation device, I bought one from the snack shack. It was shaped like an alpaca. There was an electric air pump available to use around the back of the shack, so I took advantage of that to avoid becoming light-headed while blowing up my raft. When I was all set to go, I sat on the beach and packed a bowl of terpinolene-heavy Professor Bluntstache Sunshine #4 x G13 Hash Plant flower.
The alpaca will guide my stoner journey through the water
There were some grey clouds above but the rain was holding up for the time being. It was sunny and muggy outside, even though it was only half past noon. I smoked a bowl under the sun and blew the smoke into the summer sky.
When bands started playing on the stage, I put on my raft and headed into the water holding a packed bowl in one hand and Bic lighter in the other. I had never really smoked in the water like this before. Upon getting into deeper water and jumping on top of my raft, my lighter got wet. It would no longer flick a flame!
I floated in the water for ten to fifteen minutes with a packed bowl and dysfunctional lighter, unable to smoke while I watched others around me puff away. Seeing how I was a Toke And Float rookie you could say that I was paying my dues and that this was a humbling introduction.
I saw one guy floating on the water with a bucket hat on his head. There were loops on the outside of the bucket hat that he was using to hold plastic tubes with joints inside of them. I thought to myself “Next year, I am going to do what that guy did!”
My lighter finally dried out and I was able to smoke my pipe while watching the band play. I had been to a lot of concerts in my life, but this experience was unlike anything I’d ever been a part of. Smoking weed on the water while watching a live band play is something I recommend for any music-loving stoner.
When my bowl was cashed, I went back to the beach and re-packed my pipe. I grabbed two joints, sparked one of them, and headed back into the water with enough weed to get me through to the next band.
It was difficult to hold the bowl, joints and lighter while in the water. There was nowhere to set anything down! I accidently dropped an unlit joint into the lake. So much for smoking that one!
The clouds above began to rain just as I finished the weed I was able to hold onto. The band was still playing despite the new weather conditions. I had to retreat to the beach and take shelter underneath a picnic table umbrella.
Is he…holding a Stiiizy?
Thankfully the rain only lasted a few minutes. When it cleared back up, I sparked up a preroll and walked around to visit some vendors. I saw people selling everything from pipes and papers to seeds and clones. There were tons of merchants selling incense, jewelry, shirts, socks and other swag.
While walking around I met up with Kyle again. He invited me to his camp site but upon looking at the clock I realized I had to leave for the appointment soon. I went back to the beach to gather my gear.
As I sat on the beach, I was tapped on the arm by Michele, who was the person who told me about the Toke And Float the night before. I hung out with her for a few minutes and thanked her for letting me know about this spectacular event!
I had to leave just as the Toke And Float was getting good. People had kept piling into the park the entire time I was there. It was starting to become crowded! There were a ton more people in the water now than when I was in there earlier.
I was going to have to miss əkoostik hookah’s set, so I listened to them on the way to my appointment in order to kind of slightly make up for the fact I wasn’t going to see them play.
I am not sure if there will be a Toke and Float in 2026, but if there is, I highly (pun intended) recommend you experience it for yourself!
Here’s a professional wrestling-themed EP of songs I released a couple years back. Drake Younger uses Drake n’ Bake as his official entrance theme song to this day. I can be seen wearing an official Ribera Steakhouse jacket on the album cover. The album cover was inspired by Esham’s Boomin’ Words From Hell.
“Drake Younger is better than ever! I’m lean, I’m mean, I’m clean, I’m serene!“
Gettin’ fans riled, workin’ a strong style. People stand up and chant loud when he walks down the aisle. A hundred percent hybrid talent. Grapples on the mat, high flies, and does deathmatches.
Second time in TOD, exiled Brain Damage. Threw a hard fist to the chin. Drew a gallon of ooze from the forehead. A short thread of skin blows in the wind. It’s danglin’.
Feel ya spine smash in from the Drake’s Landin’, ya got both of your arms locked in. like David Lynch, an Eraserhead. All the huge cuts make you produce adrenaline.
Gaspin’ for oxygen, breathe it all in. Take a bump like Gage where the tubes are standin’. The shit’s insane when I’m parked at ringside. Drake met Damage again at TOD 9.
Many places. Many federations he’s appeared in. CZW and Absolute Intense Wrestlin’. The King of Naptown he has been crowned. From Philly to Japan, people stand in the crowd.
Every match tears it up with suplex variations. Pushin’ limitations every time you’re spectatin’. When he hit the scene, he was the Hybrid Sensation Powerslam through a table off of the apron.
Him and JC Bailey pulled off moves that were amazin’. Flapjack, or a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam. Even to this day, new gold he accumulates. Jr. Heavyweight, the latest title in his case.
INTERLUDE – DRAKE TALKING ABOUT JR. HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH
Drake and Sami Callihan had the stipulation two of three falls. A normal match was first. Second is a submission fall, and the third is an ultraviolent war between two warriors.
Drake was spillin’ blood on the canvas, man. If ya missed the competition, buy the stream fast. ‘Cause I promise this contest don’t lack. Snap belly to back, in a pile of tacks.
The first fall came fast. Drake rolled him up. Sami got pissed. Struck Drake with a hard-hitting plancha. Knocked him in a first row set. Didn’t look pretty. Later on, Drake’s blood flew freely.
Ring littered with debris and puddles of blood. He did it for his family and every single one of the fans worldwide that watched him in the ‘Dub or anywhere else he would professionally wrestle.
TOD 6. A tourney not to miss. Drake’s chest scarred with the evidence of this event. Hundreds of other incisions from many appearances in epic deathmatches.
Feel like a mess after the frog splash. You’re gonna wanna stretch when you make it to the back. Feel your spine jolt from the somersault senton. This time around you were quickly shut down.
DRAKE TALKING
02 – A LIGHT TUBE MAGNET [MATT TREMONT]
Move over! It’s the Bulldozer! To be the best, ya gotta stomp the rest in an ultraviolent rules match!
Toothpick bat embedded in the skull. Yeah, I saw that shit. Wrestled Havoc in Alabama. At the Carnage Cup. His first tourney. Round 1. He was part of Cult Fiction. Yeah, I had fun
watchin’ that epic plunge Matt took. When they brought it home, Matt solidified his spot. Looked like a million bucks.
Even though, one of his first ones. First what? Pro deathmatches. ‘Cause he began in the backyard. With friends and family. Set up an event, Massacre in May’s Landing!
Got the funding from a Dunkin’ Donuts paycheck. That proves he was destined. Even Zandig said to him at Cerebral, “Matt, I knew you’d make it.” This was his first main event. No less, against Brain Damage.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
That was Deathmatch, in case you’re wonderin’. Is it a sin to be enjoyin’ such a brutal test of will over good sense? They should put mats on the outside. Hate to see craniums collide with the floor,
like at 2012 Masters of Pain in the finals. You couldn’t see it on the film. But, I drove miles to be there, in a chair, and felt reverberations of Matt’s skull in my feet when he took the fall.
He hit hard on the outside. Sickening sound. Grotesque frequency heard all around the rink. Matt’s skull hit the ‘crete. It made him bleed. Not to mention, when
Matt dangled there at Tangled Web. Where were you when this took place?
I was watching live on a stream. IPPV. Wasn’t thrown properly off the scaffolding. His head hit the tables. He got mangled. The spot got botched. I felt bad for Tremont.
He’s a fuckin’ beast, man. Never layin’ on the mat for too long before he is right back at it. When he wrestled Abdullah, I was ecstatic. He’s a light tube magnet. Bit a tube, cut his damn lip.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
I know I’m right when I say the Bulldozer’s hype when he strikes through the curtain; walks down the entrance. Back in ’01, he was a fan. Sittin’ where I am. 10 years later, main evented with Damage.
I manage to gain inspiration from Matt, since being a wrestler was his main focus. South Side Wrecking Crew; tearin’ it up at The Arena. Drinkin’ up the brew by the liter.
In Seaside Heights, Matt Filled the Void. At Cage of Death, he fell for a long time. At Stricktly Nsane, he was among the top names. At the finals, Carnage Cup 7, took Danny’s place.
vs. NDC and Pinky. In ICW worked for Jack Sabbath. Wrestlin’ on Queens Boulevard. Worked Devon for the first time in May at Beyond.
Debuted at Prelude for the ‘Dub. Wrestled Sanchez at the Alhambra. Went from a fan to ridin’ in a van down to Cullman Alabam. Took a slam hard onto a shopping cart.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
A bloody, violent contest is exactly what he wants. You’re a mess on the way home. Already see scars on your flesh. On your epidermis. You’ll invest in a hospital bed. He stomped you, now you’re the rest.
You became a statistic. Do you feel blessed? Or do you feel like you just finished a deathmatch? With one of the best in the business when it comes to my favorite genre of grapplin’.
03 – DEATHMATCH
You and me in a deathmatch. In the locker room I put on my spandex pants. Tape my wrists. Tape my fists. Bet you ain’t ever seen nothin’ like this.
Will I use a cheese grater? The scars will remind ya of the match a few years later. Pool of gore on the gym floor. Blood flowin’ like a raging faucet pour.
More menacing than Brain Damage and Masada rolled up into one package. Two hundred light tubes, me and you. Guaranteed break a bone or two.
More than likely, we’ll both bleed in the first round of the tourney. You’re grabbin’ the spot where the glass stabbed in. You’ve had it. But we’ve just started the madness!
Barbed wire trampoline, what a great thing. Not meant for jumping, just for bumping. Take a suplex into the mess of barbed wire. Can’t wait for the next match!
How long will it last? You’re bleedin’ bad. Got a deep gash that’s pourin’ fast. No doctor in the house, on ya own when ya finally make it to the locker zone.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
…Gotta love all the blood. Hell of a job for the one that scrubs up the mess and cleans it up. Still, we didn’t quite bleed enough!
Drop ya ass in a pit of thumbtacks. Glued to my fists is broken glass. Stuffed in my boot is a blade for a gash I’ll self inflict. I’m crazy like that!
In this match you will regret stepping two feet onto the mat. But the scaffold’s where the last bump takes place. So high, your knees begin to shake.
Circus net of barbed wire strung across the top rope, you better hope I throw you nice and evenly. Either way, you’ll be screaming.
When the barbs intrude ya flesh. Uncomfortable mesh, but it’s the best way to inflict pain. What a shame I can’t do this shit every day!
Climb the scaffold; you’re reeling when ya head hits the ceiling. See, these things are unforgiving. Not meant to be done to a human being.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
Suplex from the top of the scaffold. We both hit flat, we both hit hard. Possibly internally bleeding. Reeling. Seething. Cooperating.
Never will ya see action like this on cable. Even though it’s a work, it’s the best sport on the planet. Every high spot, every single planned hit.
Much of it is improvised. Sometimes things go wrong. Watch your eyes. Even in the front row, you’ll get hit. On the ticket it says enter at your own risk.
Can’t believe the live violence. Later on at the diner meet other fans. Discuss our favorite moments. Only way to see it is drive a long distance.
Take a nine hour trip, or more. Yuki flew across the sea floor. Just to see CZ TOD. Gotta admit, that inspired me
to see deathmatch live while I can. Tomorrow ain’t guaranteed, man. One thing, however, I can promise is that I will never miss big
tournaments. I’ll be in attendance. The cost ain’t free, but it’s worth it indeed. Support feds that need funding on the indies.
Just don’t forget, you will get wrecked with these dangerous gimmicks. You will fail quick if you let the opponent play his mind tricks.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we enter the Brink of Death we’ll become the kings of the crimson mask. When we leave I guarantee we’ll be bleeding on everything.
04 – WALKIN’ THE ROPES [FACADE]
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Leavin’ ’em flat. Starin’ up at the lights, their dream smashed. Opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Opponents he is sure to dispatch. Facade attains victory and the others get the axe.
Walkin’ the ropes. Leapin’ post to post. Makin’ the most of every chance to turn opponents to toast. A neon ninja, traveling the world. Wearing bright tights under spot lights. He can grapple or fist fight.
Leapin’ to the outside. Damaging his enemy every single time. He is now in his prime. Facade’s rising to the top. The choice pick of the crop. Never forgot where he came from. Sportin’ dreadlocks.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Uploadin’ a foot to your face, no data caps. His opponents don’t last, ’cause he moves so fast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Doin’ cardio, jumpin’ rope, runnin’ mad laps. Takes it to the max. I’m only statin’ facts.
Spin kickin’, back flippin, rope walkin’, dreadlockin’. When he’s wrestlin’, no exception, he’s the best inside the ring during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition.
The perfect synthesis of sweetness and bitterness. Peanut butter and honey. Chocolate and citrus. Climbin’ to the top rope and doin’ front flips. Exposin’ enemies as idiots and dimwits.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Hits a flapjack, then the crowd cheers and claps. His opponents don’t last. Puts ’em in the past.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. If you try to kick his ass, better cover your tracks. ‘Cause when he finds ya’s when your back snaps in a torture rack.
Wearin’ a Gi when he comes to the ring. Inside the squared circle, he can do anything. It’s just like he’s in a videogame. Insane spectacle. He can take it to the air, brawl, or chain wrestle.
Entertained fans in Thailand, Russia, US, Singapore, Malaysia, Japan. Went to India and brought back a cat. Flew all over the map, now he will crash a phoenix splash.
Top notch skills during competition. See him fly high during every exhibition. Among the top names every time I pay admission so they let me in the front door to be a witness.
Ninjaguri. Leave your vision blurry. Maxin’ and relaxin’ through his epic journey. Hittin’ power moves. His submission skills send chills down the spines of those who know his hunger’s never fulfilled.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. Topé suicida. Jumpin’ through the rope gaps. Facade will storm through the ranks is the current forecast.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Among his accolades? Belts, trophies, and plaques. Eatin’ opponents for snacks. They’re takin’ three second naps.
Opponents burn and crash when Facade attacks. Puttin’ backs to mats. His skills are sharper than tacks, his move list is stacked. His gameplan has no flaws, loopholes, or cracks.
Enemies meet their match when Facade hits a plancha like an acrobat. Flyin’ through the air like a madman. Jumps atop a group of opponents, leave ’em layin’ like dead rats.
“Drake Younger is better than ever! I’m lean, I’m mean, I’m clean, I’m serene!“
Gettin’ fans riled, workin’ a strong style. People stand up and chant loud when he walks down the aisle. A hundred percent hybrid talent. Grapples on the mat, high flies, and does deathmatches.
Second time in TOD, exiled Brain Damage. Threw a hard fist to the chin. Drew a gallon of ooze from the forehead. A short thread of skin blows in the wind. It’s danglin’.
Feel ya spine smash in from the Drake’s Landin’, ya got both of your arms locked in. like David Lynch, an Eraserhead. All the huge cuts make you produce adrenaline.
Gaspin’ for oxygen, breathe it all in. Take a bump like Gage where the tubes are standin’. The xxxx insane when I’m parked at ringside. Drake met Damage again at TOD 9.
Many places. Many federations he’s appeared in. CZW and Absolute Intense Wrestlin’. The King of Naptown he has been crowned. From Philly to Japan, people stand in the crowd.
Every match tears it up with suplex variations. Pushin’ limitations every time you’re spectatin’. When he hit the scene, he was the Hybrid Sensation Powerslam through a table off of the apron.
Him and JC Bailey pulled off moves that were amazin’. Flapjack, or a Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam. Even to this day, new gold he accumulates. Jr. Heavyweight, the latest title in his case.
INTERLUDE – DRAKE TALKING ABOUT JR. HEAVYWEIGHT MATCH
Drake and Sami Callihan had the stipulation two of three falls. A normal match was first. Second is a submission fall, and the third is an ultraviolent war between two warriors.
Drake was spillin’ blood on the canvas, man. If ya missed the competition, buy the stream fast. ‘Cause I promise this contest don’t lack. Snap belly to back, in a pile of tacks.
The first fall came fast. Drake rolled him up. Sami got pissed. Struck Drake with a hard-hitting plancha. Knocked him in a first row set. Didn’t look pretty. Later on, Drake’s blood flew freely.
Ring littered with debris and puddles of blood. He did it for his family and every single one of the fans worldwide that watched him in the ‘Dub or anywhere else he would professionally wrestle.
TOD 6. A tourney not to miss. Drake’s chest scarred with the evidence of this event. Hundreds of other incisions from many appearances in epic deathmatches.
Feel like a mess after the frog splash. You’re gonna wanna stretch when you make it to the back. Feel your spine jolt from the somersault senton. This time around you were quickly shut down.
Tracklist: 1. Dab Land 2. Weed, Myself and High 3. Consume the Fume 4. 7:10 PM 5. Cleveland Grown
DAB LAND
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a glass pencil dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a TI dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
Ready to blaze? I’ve been ready for days. I’ve been feelin’ good, hittin’ all my parlays. So I got cash to buy hash. I dash to my rig after acquiring the product post-blast.
Got a Highly Educated TI dabber. I dissolve the glob, then feel real dapper. Much laughter emanates from the hash bar. When it comes to prohibition? Rock the casbah.
Scoop a mad wad. Dissolve the glob. I got your back, got a dabber on my key fob. Every time I see pot, I wanna squash those damn nugs to a rosin wad.
Heat up my nail to a real low temp. Do a half gram dab? Well, that’s no sweat. You bet I let my rigs bubble n’ chug. My joint fits real snug.
Got a spinner cap with some terp pearls. Distributes the heat, makes the air swirl. Every time I dab makes my hair curl. When I reach the pad, I ask “Where’s Errl?”
I say “Marco?” Errl says “Polo.” I will spark a massive bowl-o with a glob of wax on top. I consume lots of hash and pot.
I separate the wheat from the chaff. I trash bad weed and keep good grass. So grab yourself a new hat pin. Put a dabber in your hand, let’s start samplin’.
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a glass pencil dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
Welcome to the dab land. Time to do a dab, man. Got a TI dabber in your hand. Scoop a glob, grab a swab, do a damn good job.
WEED, MYSELF AND HIGH
Weed, myself and high. Blow smoke into the sky. Go big daily, use a glass screen to keep bong water nice.
It will stay clear as ice. Not blackened with the remnants of your vice. Like my fingertips. Like my hashy lips.
Like the bowl of the slide. Let it glide through the downstem. Pound them pipes like prohibition was denied. At that moment I will be alive! Blowin’ smoke into the sky with tears of joy. Yes, a happy cry.
I’m a sappy guy when you let your harvest dry and you find it within your soul to share with me and mine. I will give thanks. Probably sing an icaro. Give me more than a nickel, though, ’cause my demanding lungs can handle massive smoke.
Morning hit I choke, but after that, I’m ready to go. Take me to the pot zone. Load me up a hot toke. Take me to your leader, with him, I’ll converse, burn heaters. Princess Mary Jane, I meet her, then set fire to the speakers.
Bleed my wallet dry during weed, myself and high. Eat a pumpkin pie, let the seed grow towards the light. Reachin’ to the sky, hittin’ space at 50 Mi. Weed, myself and high. Weed, myself and high.
THC unlocks the ability of my body to produce chemicals that put me right where I need to be. It’s a useful key to unleash your particle suit’s mechanism to break life through a prism. Cut you to your core.
Explore things that seemed absurd before. Like the origin of consciousness and status of the sea floor. Blow your mind like C4. Outlook on life reformed. Make friends with the squirrel that lives outside under your tree fort.
Be more aware of the vibes you put out there. No need to reshare another’s thoughts. Your brain’s got good stuff in there. Scoop yourself a dabber, consume, now you feel dapper. Chillin’ at home with your pets, the cat in your lap purrs.
Take a couple samplers, souvenirs. Share with your peers. Have them tell you what they thought over a couple beers. Then you roll a screamer, smoke it live for all your streamers in an 8K array. Coughin’ through the speakers.
Bleed my wallet dry during weed, myself and high. Eat a pumpkin pie, let the seed grow towards the light. Reachin’ to the sky, hittin’ space at 50 Mi. Weed, myself and high. Weed, myself and high.
Eat more than a sumo guy during weed, myself and high. Unleash your third eye, let the seed grow towards the light. Reachin’ to the sky, hittin’ space at 50 Mi. Weed, myself and high. Weed, myself and high.
CONSUME THE FUME
I consume the fume. I consume the fume. I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes and I consume the fume. Put the smoke through the flume. Put the smoke through the flume. My name is Harry Hughes. I smoke then invent a tune.
Hi. I’m Harry Hughes. Nice to meet you! Time to greet the crew with an ounce or two. All for this session only. You better put your smokin’ shoes on, get your lung flow going.
Prepare for the air to get you impaired. But you’re gonna feel great, and forget your cares. One more hit, you’re there. It’s hip to be square, so put the drink down for now. There’s flower to share.
There’s sour gummy bears, a variety of THC. Open my eyes, wide selection in front of me. Like a kid at a candy vendor. Wanna try it all. What a splendor. Take my legal tender.
Consume the fume from a water bong. Zoom a catchy rhyme along, keep the flow stayin’ strong. Playin’ Pong so long my eyes have shot red. Cut the plants in my shed before they got dead.
I consume the fume. I consume the fume. I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes and I consume the fume. Put the smoke thru the flume. Put the smoke through the flume. My name is Harry Hughes, I smoke then invent a tune.
I consume the fume. I consume the fume. I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes and I consume the fume. Put the smoke thru the flume. Put the smoke through the flume. My name is Harry Hughes, I smoke then invent a tune.
Smokin’ a pre-roll banana cone. The terps blast me into the earth’s ozone. Flavorful taste is something I chase. Don’t let a molecule go to waste. I got 45 days on my day supply,
so I’ll be vapin’ like a painless guy. Feelin’ better than I have since 1999. Feelin’ great. I’m inspired, motivated, never tired. Got sativa focus. Hocus pocus to my pain and slowness.
Time to show the world that legal weed is not a joke. Time for pain relief for every gal and every bloke. Take a toke, taste the terps. Your taste buds burst and the pain in your nerves goes bye, bye, sir.
I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, and it’s 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. I will scrape a piece of slab, hold the dabber in my hand.
Jolie Olie on the telly. Got some munchies in my belly. Ate a sandwich with ingredients I picked up from the deli. Got some fuego on the table, screamin’ loud, super smelly.
Now that the dab is on the dabber all I have to do is gather my timer and my torch, heat the nail, precision matters. Drop the dab on the nail when the timer clamors.
Enjoy the effect. Feel the hair on my neck rise. Vaporize prohibitionists despite their best tries. Things are gettin’ legal, tears of joy Harry Huges cries.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, gettin’ chewed, eatin’ food. Globbin’ up a giant dab of Gorilla Glue.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes. Tasty rosin I consume, then for two hours I sit and stare at the moon.
I’m “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, and by now it’s 7:30. Need to grab myself some iso, ’cause my oil rig is dirty. On a balcony, next to a tree with some birdies.
PuffCo Peak Pro when I’m in a windy zone. Wind will blow out the torch, cool my nail, I just say no. I just use oil technology so vapor I can blow.
CustomGrow is a show. An internet video. An ongoing series that you watch while you smoke. Jolie surrounds himself with glassy-eyed folk.
Entertaining when Jolie dabs wearing colorful hats. When he laughs, there’s no question that he’s glad. When he heats it hot n’ hurty you know he will cough real bad.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, gettin’ chewed, eatin’ food. Globbin’ up a giant dab of Gorilla Glue.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes. Tasty rosin I consume, then for three hours I clean my house and vacuum.
Open the jar. My smokin’s on par with the finest fire Jolie Olie smokes at the pot bar. When he heats the nail, yes he gives it a hot char and gets so damn high, forgets where his tater tots are.
I prefer a low temp, but we’ve all got our preferences. Stoney references throughout my record, kid. Sentences meshin’ in one another. Tar and featherin’. Usin’ oil for tar and bud for feather.
Heaven is this experience. I’m delirious in a pot shop. Wanna cop every drop of distillate. This will sit well with me. Blazin’ up hella tree. Knowin’ that the folks in society are smellin’ me.
Tellin’ Harry, “Man, you smell like you just blazed.” Yes, indeed, sir, I do this throughout the day. No matter what you say, no matter if Huffman complains. He can take his THC cap and wear it when it rains.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes, gettin’ chewed, eatin’ food. Globbin’ up a giant dab of Gorilla Glue.
7:10 PM. 7:10 PM. I will gather all my rigs, put vapor through all of them. “Hashlips” Harry Hughes. Tasty rosin I consume, then for four hours I write songs in my living room.
CLEVELAND GROWN
These days, everybody’s got a few plants goin’. Growin’ potent marijuana, with wax their bowls they’re coatin’. Soakin’ flower with some golden hash. Burns for ’bout an hour. Our diesel is sour, tasty flavors we devour.
Gettin’ high in Ohio. I know…it’s built into the name. Ohio’s where we grow. Seeds we sow. Many elbows of smoke went directly through my throat. I passed the trial. I stayed a while for many, many tokes.
Harry Hughes spittin’ news just like Huey’s dudes. I’m not singin’ blues. This song celebrates hard work from crews of cannabinoid consumers fightin’ hard to change the laws all across the world. Including here in my very own backyard.
I’ll send you the menu, got blue dream and lemon ice. You are looking forward to when you smoke a pipe of somethin’ nice. Remember, underground markets brought us where we are today. So exchange some flower with your stoner neighbors. Hooray!
The reason that you feelin’ stoned is cause that flower’s Cleveland grown. Out of town folks be leavin’ home to buy loud hash and weed in zones. Remember weed laws in Toledo? Laissez-faire. Do-si-do. Never gave a damn about booze or blow. Heat waxy hash so ooze will flow.
Out of town folks be geeked and honed to spend mad cash on p’s and zones. Can’t blame ’em bro, my spirit glows. Harry Hughes rappin’ through the speakerphone to tell you about how our seeds explode into healthy bushes. No average Joe trees. These pot plants, they steal the show. Please grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
We plant clones, give ’em water, and hang stable lights. We do this in Parma, Euclid, Lakewood, Bedford, Maple Heights. Got good karma. Lucid take on life towards our new staple rights. Twelve plants per house, hundreds of thousands of grow sites!
57% of us said yes. Thrifty activists lent their time and efforts to the quest. They succeeded. Yes, we grew the best when there was zero tolerance, but now we advertise far and wide, ’cause we don’t need to stress.
We just focus on our nutrients. Yes, that’s what my duty is. After I grow this I’ll give you two and a half zips. A wonderful gift that will uplift, give you a kick. Sativa when I need a breatha. CBN to sleep real quick.
When I am homesick I reminisce about the strains I would smoke with all my stoner buddies way back in the day. We had Lemon G, GDP, Death Star and some Strawberry. All grown long before December 7th, 2023.
The reason that you feelin’ stoned is cause that flower’s Cleveland grown. Out of town folks be leavin’ home to buy loud hash and weed in zones. Remember weed laws in Toledo? Laissez-faire. Do-si-do. Never gave a damn about booze or blow. Heat waxy hash so ooze will flow.
Out of town folks be geeked and honed to spend mad cash on p’s and zones. Can’t blame ’em bro, my spirit glows. Harry Hughes rappin’ through the speakerphone to tell you about how our seeds explode into healthy bushes. No average Joe trees. These pot plants, they steal the show. Please grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow. Grow, baby, grow, from here to Stow.
Unused Cleveland Grow lyrics:
from Cincinnati to Bedford and Maple Heights. Out in the farmlands and rural towns, they’re still gettin’ down.
