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My new “Hashlips” Harry Hughes EP released on all streaming services April 20th, 2025!

The runtime is just long enough to get you through a blunt or cone, so spark one up and enjoy the session!

“Hashlips” Harry Hughes – Pack and Puff Your Sack of Stuff (2025)
Runtime: 14 minutes and 27 seconds (1 blunt-burn length)
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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 them 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.

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.

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 this 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.

Bye bye, Gabapentin. Bye bye, Divalproex.
Say hello to healthy living. What strain will you grow next?

7:10 PM

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.

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.

Look a-
round, fifty seven percent of us said yes

coughin’ and pantin’ in Akron and Canton

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“Hashlips” Harry Hughes – Pack and Puff Your Sack of Stuff (2025)