[First Charlie Brown, please, come around Because weed is doodoo brown and it smells like the You're still my (but no more bammer) But with that weed you know me I inhale this, the staleness creeps up on me
I weed, especially when it gets me gaspin' Coughin' up a from that passion Graspin' onto life every hit that I take When I'm high, is the time I feel awake Roll it up, bags on reserve is I deserve No joke I gots to cause it calms my nerves And if Charlie was I guarantee a tragedy From his dirt, brown weed head starts to hurt Call me a high on, red zombie smelling like oak with a of pine tree And fuck Smokey, my Big Inhale And I'm known to it down to the tail, You what I mean? build up on my fingernail Clam baked inside the soundproof Pod cell Lettin' out, when I'm to give So, it back and let me get another hit Big
Chorus] Charlie, Your weed is so (mmm mmm mmmm) You must grown it in a dusty safari I just can't that no mo' Even though I'm and I'm po' I that shit in your bag, I and run for the do' Don't you, Charlie And homie, you my boy Just keep that junk on spot (Don't bring it here) And homie, you my boy Cause that I never handle I need to be So stay the off my block and don't back on my side 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 with that nobody want to hit that Ya'll bustas need to that Charlie,