charlie brown

charlie brown

please

don't come around

because your weed is doodoo brown

and it smells like the ground

you're still my homie

but with that weed you don't know me

when i inhale this

the staleness creeps up on me

i love weed

especially when it gets me gaspin'

coughin' up a lung from that passion

graspin' onto life with every hit that i take

when i'm high

is the only time i feel awake

roll it up

bags on reserve is what i deserve

no joke i gots to smoke cause it calms my nerves

and if charlie was around i guarantee a tragedy

from his dirt

brown weed means head starts to hurt

call me a high on

red eyed zombie

smelling like oak with a twist of pine tree

and fuck smokey

my names big inhale

and i'm known to take it down to the tail

you know what i mean?

resi-res build up on my fingernail

clam baked inside the soundproof lotus pod cell

lettin' out

when i'm blessed to give

so

pass it back and let me get another hit

big smoker

charlie

charlie

your weed is so sorry

you must have grown it in a dusty safari

i just can't smoke that no mo'

even though i'm broke and i'm po'

i smell that shit in your bag

i choke and run for the do'

don't hate you

charlie

and homie

you still my boy

just keep that junk on your spot

and homie

you still my boy

cause that i can't never handle

i need to be high

so stay the fuck off my block

and don't come back on my side

charlie

charlie

you just ain't fresh anymore

because i like to be lifted

your shit grounds me to the floor

don't make me deck you

charlie

don't come 'round with that

don't nobody want to hit that

ya'll bustas need to quit that

charlie

charlie