[First Brown, please, don't come around Because your is doodoo brown and it smells like the You're still my homie (but no bammer) But with that weed you don't me When I this, the staleness creeps up on me
I weed, especially when it gets me gaspin' Coughin' up a lung from that Graspin' onto life with every hit I take When I'm high, is the only I feel awake it up, bags on reserve is what I deserve No joke I gots to smoke it calms my nerves And if was around I guarantee a tragedy his dirt, brown weed means head starts to hurt Call me a on, red eyed zombie smelling like oak with a of pine tree And fuck Smokey, my Big Inhale And I'm to take it down to the tail, You what I mean? Resi-res up on my fingernail Clam baked the soundproof Lotus Pod cell Lettin' out, when I'm blessed to So, pass it and let me get another hit Big
Chorus] Charlie, Your is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm) You must grown it in a dusty safari I just can't that no mo' Even I'm broke and I'm po' I smell shit in your bag, I and run for the do' hate you, Charlie And homie, you my boy Just keep that on your spot (Don't bring it here) And homie, you my boy Cause that I can't handle I to be high So stay the fuck off my and don't come back on my Charlie, (Charlie Brown) You just ain't fresh Because I like to be Your grounds me to the floor Don't make me deck you, (Bitch) Don't come 'round that Don't want to hit that Ya'll need to quit that Charlie,