[First Charlie Brown, please, come around Because your is doodoo brown and it smells like the You're still my (but no more 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 passion Graspin' onto life every hit that I take When I'm high, is the only I feel awake Roll it up, bags on reserve is what I No I gots to smoke cause it calms my nerves And if Charlie was I guarantee a tragedy From his dirt, brown weed means starts to hurt me a high on, red eyed zombie smelling oak with a twist of pine tree And fuck Smokey, my Big Inhale And I'm known to take it to the tail, You know what I build up on my fingernail Clam baked inside the Lotus Pod cell Lettin' out, I'm blessed to give So, it back and let me get another hit Big
Chorus] Charlie, weed is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm) You must have grown it in a dusty I just can't that no mo' though I'm broke and I'm po' I smell that in your bag, I and run for the do' hate you, Charlie And homie, you my boy Just that junk on your spot (Don't it 'round here) And homie, you my boy Cause that I can't handle I need to be So stay the fuck off my and don't back on my side Charlie, (Charlie Brown) You just ain't anymore Because I like to be Your shit grounds me to the make me deck you, Charlie (Bitch) Don't come with that Don't nobody want to hit Ya'll bustas to quit that Charlie,