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?
so
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 hits for Jesus dawg
We do’n bong hits for Jesus dawg
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