sunny afternoon

Singer: chris webby

in the summertime

in the summertime

in the summertime

you see i roll it up and light it when my zippo gets ignited

it's an addiction at this point so what's the point in tryna fight it

pass a bong with miley cyrus

and michael phelps in a cipher

even schwarzenegger hit it

when i passed homie the lighter

puffin that pharmaceutical so cali's where i'm movin' to

blazing on a sunny afternoon this shit it beautiful

the sun is in the sky

but you still can see the moon

while i'm

cause i'm feelin' spectacular

puff puff passenger

on a nasa spacecraft up above passing ya

abra-cadabra

i'll make the weed vanish bitch

brain damage

tree bandit

rollin' up the cannabis

kickin' back baby and i'm lovin' it

while i be puffin on dozens of my herbal supplements

that's just how i does it

so somebody grab a dub of piff

and i'll go grab a dutch to split

we'll be getting dumb as shit

help me

help me

help me sail away

well give me to good reasons why i oughta stay. cause i love to live so pleasantly

live this life of luxury

lazing on a sunny afternoon. uh

yeah

and you know i'm not the sober type

so fuckin' high that i can barely even hold the mic

always smoking

but yea i got probation

but fuck

rules are made to be broken right?

i'm a crazy dude

burnin' watchin' paper-view

munchin' on some asian food

roll a j

a haze or two

stay higher than harry potter flyin' on his broom

while i'm

chelsea have you seen me lately

i think i'm goin' crazy

tokin' on a vaporizer till my brain is broken baby

rarely sober

i cant help it i'm a stoner

always got that fresh out the baggy weed aroma

when some say it's a bad habit

i just fuckin' laugh at it

grab the bong and pack it and hit it until i'm asthmatic

brain always movin' slow like it's some bad traffic

you can't od on pot? shit

i'll take a stab at it

help me

help me

help me sail away

well give me to good reasons why i oughta stay. cause i love to live so pleasantly

live this life of luxury

lazing on a sunny afternoon. i'm always twistin' up the ganja

since 8th grade graduated with high honors

no one's getting higher when i roll the ez-wider

i'll be chillin' with harold and kumar munchin' on some sliders

where's my fuckin lighter

yo somebody grab the illest dose

i'll step my game up from water bottle bongs i built myself

getting super silly

smoke fills up the room

while i'm

when it comes to marijuana i'm a heavy user

even puffin in my dreams

pass a j with freddy kruger

it's like my medication at this point in life

i start itchin' when i'm stuck without a joint to life

cotton mouth like i've been chewing on my t-shirt

girls are third

money second

but i need my weed first. so you wanna burn? hope you got an ounce to bring

shit i gotta go

yo i'm late for drug counseling. help me

help me

help me sail away

well give me to good reasons why i oughta stay. cause i love to live so pleasantly

live this life of luxury

lazing on a sunny afternoon. in the summertime