[Verse 1] Catch me where the red ferns grow Smokin' bud that burns slow So turn the damn dial if your speakers turned low Cause everything I'm doin' is loud I'm just chillin' on a mothafuckin' cumulus cloud I stay high! Up in the galaxy like Pluto Nash Stupid ass thinkin' any one in your crew's gon' last But you knew those facts - I'm the dog that whipped Pugo's ass Fat bud, call it sumo grass So you better give me kudos fast Won't stop till I got that Borat n Bruno cash I'm a box office success, puffin' the best Got that Godzilla, green Same color as Shrek So lets throw it in a Dutchy or Philly or EZ Wider Bong, bowl, bubbler, hookah, or vaporizer Maybe throw yourself a batch of brownies in As long as we be gettin' high count me in, ay!
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[Verse 2] I'm just livin' on a cloud Chillin' in the sunshine I got a dub n a dutch I think its blunt time Eyes bloodshot, contacts dry Wear my sunglasses even when I'm inside I'm high - Like the THC in my system My weed is medicine I need it for living I twist up my words while I speed up the rhythm Because I be high as fuck 'n I don't need your permission I'm twistin', burnin' on a cloud Smokin' on a joint that would make Bob Marley proud Jam with the Buffalo Soldiers Chillin', let me stir it up Trench Town Rockin' on a beat then I burn it up You better learn your stuff, beware I'm just a kid who didn't pay attention in D.A.R.E., I've been high all day since eighth grade Stay blazed off that grade-A haze and AK, hey!
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[Verse 3] Rollin' up an eighth of grass Any time I blaze a track Cause I stay burnin' like a fuckin' pyromaniac; Keep at least an ounce where I'm stayin' at Dutch in the whip, puffin some piff Who fuckin' with Chris? (Nobody) Anywhere I go, you know I got some pot Green with orange hair like Roger Klotz Got that Carrot Top drop No stems, no seeds Takin' bong rips to see if you can OD But you can't, all you get is a cough 'n real hungry Tearin' the fuck outta the fridge with the munchies Pass out in boxers in front of the TV then Wake up at like three PM Then its wake 'n bake time So roll yourself a joint Cause if you're not high Then whats the fuckin' point? My heads in the clouds I'll never be sober I'll be a pot head till its over ClosureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
