brown weed? indeed you need some better seeds
i believe i smoke dank green that seems like dreams
smoke like cream puffs that sticky icky stuff
i 'm picky with my duff, you wanna cuff an ounce?
nah, bounce cuz my shit will cost fakers insane amounts
red hairs gets stares from all whom which I share
impaired leavin' them collapsin' on the stairs
no cares is my philosophy, you flossin' B
i'm tossin' tree into three, different flavored blunts
i'm accostin' thee of your tree, cuz you straight punk
you jonesin', wishin' that you could be hittin' my skunk
bottom line, i'm not down wit the brown, clown
i drown in pounds of the illest trizz, fo shizz
know thizz, cuz it's my biz to get the goods
not that woods class, lower class grass
my bowl is cached, i gotcha ass blasted
not by a gun, but by some of my funky skunk
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