Chorus-Qx3rd:
Is this the %#@! that put the red in ya eyes?,
yeah!,

is this %#@! that put the red in ya eyes?,
yeah!,
i'm so high, i'm oh so hot,

put the lighters to that la la la,
i swear to god i smoke...
(fire!),

high grade so i'm high for days,
i smoke...
(fire!),

yes! (fire! over you...)

Qx3rd:

Purple people puffin' pretty on a magical cloud,
i'm up high in the sky and there's n coming down,
i got that gorgeous green,

that really gritty ganja,
th %#@! that turns Mrs. Buttersworth into a monster,
or a tiny dancer,

dear/deer, i'm in the sky call me prancer,
peep what i've been puffing,
the %#@! yo smoking is nothing,

($#&@ing busters),
turn a whip into an easy bake oven,
making cupcakes with mystical muffins,

this is my brain on bud!,
don't give a $#&@ if you don't $#&@ with me,
or if you aint loving me,

long as you got love for weed,
because i gpt love for peace,
a piece of mine is gone,

so before i die, i'll bury all my problems in a bong,
blowing with my ^!$$% mitch,
johnny rolling right now,

baddop, baddop, bop,
baddop, baddop, blao!,
my feet is on the ground, but my head is in the clouds,

that devine elevation got me laughing out loud,
swear to god i smoke...


Chorus

Johnny Thirdboy:


Aye yo q,
$#&@ that %#@! i want a drink,


Now she a five-three, brownskinned,
bottle with something strong

bottle of something strong, more than hi c shes nice to me them other hoes go along,
my ^!$$%s looking at me like johnny you wasted,
time she had to leave, unmanaged untasted,

but i really want her though, she coulda got me unclothed,
it would suck that somebody got her & everybody knows im addicted,
ill have to go to aa meetings,

will never break her in or out cuz shell be leaking,
& i know it wont be no sharing with the boys,
my helen of troy the reason for starting wars,

my love shes all that i have to give myheart shes all that i need to live,
no trading faces we trading places tag team champions,
hennesy & aleza shell prolly have my kids,

im high in the clouds i will never touch down, crushing on a drink somethin that i've found..

Chorus


Armand:


I got,
ammature lungs, now i'm messing with tarantula blunts,
that mary j used to seem like carnage,

nowadays, that's the reason why i be starving,
got a couple of grams for a hell of a bargain,
my eyes are shut, but i can see clearly,

hitting %#@! barely,
gotta be up early, $#&@ it though,
i'm trying to blow,
and i'm a roll 'til i get past go,
my punk $$# job,

only give me two hundred,
just to keep it one hundred, that's the reason why i'm blunted,
everything's funny and 'lo ain't even joking,
used to think i had a natural high, then started smoking,
walking past police,

rican like puerto,
after puffin' a churro, foregtting all my sorrows,
but i probably won't remember this tomorrow,
man, i'm so gone
i ain't used to smoke before,

but i'm so glad i started!!

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