[Produced by Automatik Beatz]
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Walk up to that dispensary in Denver
Step in where it says enter
And go on a chronic bender that I won't even remember
Cuz my memory is shot, everyday we lighting loud
You can ask Brick Tamland, he predicting smoke clouds
Cooking brownies with the canni-butter
Hit a bowl and then another
My bong is a lethal weapon, I call it Danny Glover
Cuz if you hit that shit enough then you'll be laid out
Coughing up a lung then passing out up on the same couch
That you fucking hit it on, sour D gotcha
Munchies bout to kick in, homie' now I need pasta
Smoking's a religion, we be rollin' like a Rasta
Lightin' up the motha fuckin ganja
[Hook]
So damn faded, that's just how we do
Had a scholarship they said I had a high IQ
Back in 10th grade, couple grams up in my shoe
Writing all my English essays on a big bamboo
[Verse 2: Mod Sun]
This ain't no hobbie you got me
Need THC in my body
That shit as green as wasabi
If you got it don't be snobbie
And when I light it don't stop me
No not me probably a shoddie
With a hottie, blowin' shot guns
Webby we got one
It's the Hip, tearin up a zip
Rolled roach on the clip, I got an L
You can probably smell, from way over there
And if you near, you can probably get lifted off the kill
Shout to FedEX with the deal
That's my blood I keep it real
Finessin' while they stressin, I just tell em all to chill
Peel another swisher then teach em just how to feel
Rolling up a blunt while I got one hand up on the wheel
Scoop another oz and crack the motha' fuckin seal
Yeah I'm too high to be gettin old
Bag full of that centerfold
Never thought about letting go, smoke till I'm a fossil
Know I keep that tropical
Since day one it was natural
Feelin' good ain't optional
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Walk up to that dispensary in Denver
Step in where it says enter
And go on a chronic bender that I won't even remember
Cuz my memory is shot, everyday we lighting loud
You can ask Brick Tamland, he predicting smoke clouds
Cooking brownies with the canni-butter
Hit a bowl and then another
My bong is a lethal weapon, I call it Danny Glover
Cuz if you hit that shit enough then you'll be laid out
Coughing up a lung then passing out up on the same couch
That you fucking hit it on, sour D gotcha
Munchies bout to kick in, homie' now I need pasta
Smoking's a religion, we be rollin' like a Rasta
Lightin' up the motha fuckin ganja
[Hook]
So damn faded, that's just how we do
Had a scholarship they said I had a high IQ
Back in 10th grade, couple grams up in my shoe
Writing all my English essays on a big bamboo
[Verse 2: Mod Sun]
This ain't no hobbie you got me
Need THC in my body
That shit as green as wasabi
If you got it don't be snobbie
And when I light it don't stop me
No not me probably a shoddie
With a hottie, blowin' shot guns
Webby we got one
It's the Hip, tearin up a zip
Rolled roach on the clip, I got an L
You can probably smell, from way over there
And if you near, you can probably get lifted off the kill
Shout to FedEX with the deal
That's my blood I keep it real
Finessin' while they stressin, I just tell em all to chill
Peel another swisher then teach em just how to feel
Rolling up a blunt while I got one hand up on the wheel
Scoop another oz and crack the motha' fuckin seal
Yeah I'm too high to be gettin old
Bag full of that centerfold
Never thought about letting go, smoke till I'm a fossil
Know I keep that tropical
Since day one it was natural
Feelin' good ain't optional
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!