Yo, my mum's a pothead Always lost in the haze So small, she gets stuck In a maze for days Reaching for the top shelf But it's miles away Gotta grab a ladder Just to pour her tea each day (Or get one of us to do it) Ain't much taller Than a garden stick She's pint-sized Eyes red like she's seen Too many sunrises Can't change a lightbulb Without a stool Looking up at the world Like it's just cruel She's tiny But her weed stash towers high Blazin' up She gets lifted to the sky But still can't reach The microwave, no lie So short, she's like a kid In a grown-up's disguise She's high, but she's low Living life in slow-mo Barely touches five feet But her head's in the ozone My mum's too small To reach the doorknob, yo But she's got a big heart Even though she's a pothead pro Always puffin' on that green She's feelin' real lean But can't even climb A chair without making a scene Groovin' in her own world She's living that dream But needs a boost just To make it to the ice cream She's got the munchies But the fridge is too tall Standing on tiptoes Trying not to fall Little hands reaching out Grasping at the wall But her weed's the only thing Where she stands tall My mum's so short Even her shadow's scared Needs a hand just To climb up the stairs But she's fierce With a joint in her hand Livin' life blazed Like she's got no other plans She's high, but she's low Living life in slow-mo Barely touches five feet But her head's in the ozone My mum's too small To reach the doorknob, yo But she's got a big heart Even though she's a pothead pro She's tiny but mighty A weed-loving sprite Blowing smoke rings In the middle of the night Can't reach the sky But she's always in flight My mum's a pothead But she's still alright