Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell, Headies from Mids,
sour diesel from hash.
Can you tell white widow from some old stinky gange?
A joint from a spliff?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your trees for shrooms?
Hot ashes in a roach?
Hot pipe for a cool ice bong?
Top papers for swishers?
And did you exchange your unnecessary blood for a hit from a bubbler with rage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost stones sitting without weed, day after day,
Playing the same old games.
What have you found? I got some cheap shake.
Wish you were here.