my cloud

chris webby

catch me where the red ferns grow

smokin' bud that burns slow. so turn the damn dial

if your speakers turned low. 'cuz everything i'm doin is loud

i'm just chillin on a motha fuckin 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 pugos ass. fat bud call it sumo grass. so you better give me kutos 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 e z 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!

i'm just livin' on a cloud

chillen 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 medicin

i need it for livin. 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

chillen let me stir it up. trench town rockin on a beat then i burn it up. you better learn your stuff be ware

i'm just a kid who didn't pay attention and dare. i've been high all day since eighth grade

stay blazed off that grade a haze and ak

ay!

rollin up an eighth of grass

any time i blaze a track

'cuz i stay burnin like a fuckin pyromaniac. keep atleast an ounce where i'm stayin at;

dutch in the whip

puffin some piff

who fuckin with chris?

anywhere i go

you know i got some pot

green with orange hair like roger klots. got that carrot top drop

no stems no seeds

takin bong rips to see if u can od. but you can't

all you get is cough 'n real hungry

tearin' the fuck outta the fridge with the munchies. pass out in boxers

infront of the tv then

wake up at like three pm. then its wake n bake time

so roll yourself a joint

'cuz if ur 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

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