Bong Hits for Jesus

04/20/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Bong Hits For Jesus” is my 40th official release. This is a fun whimsical track that hilariously celebrates the 420 holiday. This is your track if your American, Smoke weed, and love Jesus.

The induction of illogical dogma from the song was taken from the discussion of a personal friend back around 2005. I bought a shirt around the same time that said “bong hits for Jesus.” I heard this instrumental and it inspired me to make the song. I’m an atheist but working within Christian logic you should be doing Bong Hits for Jesus if you you’re Christian. I don’t smoke that much anymore. I actually prefer blunts and don’t like doing Bong rips if I can avoid it.

This was self-recorded but mixed and mastered by Sam Peters at La Luna recordings in Kalamazoo Michigan. The beats is from Tantu beats and the cover art is from Gigzlogo from Fiverr.

You can see me talk about this blog post from last Sunday Update here:

Lyrics:

Listen, I got one for you

You smoke weed?

Well check this shit out

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunt or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunt or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

I got it packed up with hash’n

Go ahead and clear the ash’n

It’s like Ann Arbor’s hash bash’n

We act’n in fashion

I roll’um so fat

They get mistaken for a trunk

That’s not a baseball bat

It’s a baseball blunt

Got 12 delicious strands all rolled into one

Some indica, sativa, a hybrid puff

That’s northern lights

With purple haze

Green crack

Blue cheese

Gorilla glue

Gelato

Train wreck

And some cookies

OG Kush

and ak-47

Super silver haze

and orange headband

Nothing goes to waist, it’s something we crave

Put the roach in the bowl and clear the cage

Smoke it up until it’s cached and then

We’ll have to pack it up again

By puff puff pass’n

The love to your rad friend

Smoke it up until it’s cached and then

We’ll have to pack it up again

By puff puff pass’n

The love to your rad friend

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunts or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunts or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

Everytime i’m puff’n the leaf

I think people are fuck’n with me

I’m look’n in the mirror like

What does it all mean?

There’s billions of stars in our galaxy alone

Then billions of galaxies, yeah we need a telescope

To see How gravity works, the planet is a float

All brought to you from your back yard at home

Its like my favorite famous Thomas Jefferson quote

Love look’n out my porch, be’n gosh and get’n stoned

Say what up to Betelegeuse, Sirius, and Taurus

Smoke weed to think and dream in darma

What goes around, comes around, gotta love karma

Hit you with the induction of illogical dogma

If god is Jesus, and god is in everything

That means when you smoke weed, you’re inhaling god’s energy

If you smoke with god, you smoke with Jesus

And if you can’t smoke with Jesus, who can you smoke with?

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunts or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunts or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

We do’n bong hits for Jesus dawg

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunts or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

We do’n bong rips, hard hits

Get’n higher than star ships

Blunts or a tai stick

Resign from the dry trim

Already told you to smoke blunts til you can’t feel your face

Now you gotta hit the bong til your lungs deflate

ERIC LEO

Bong Hits for Jesus

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