[Produced by Automatik Beatz]

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

Walk up to that dispensary in Denver

Step in where it says enter

And go on a chronic bender that I won't even remember

Cuz my memory is shot, everyday we lighting loud

You can ask Brick Tamland, he predicting smoke clouds

Cooking brownies with the canni-butter

Hit a bowl and then another

My bong is a lethal weapon, I call it Danny Glover

Cuz if you hit that shit enough then you'll be laid out

Coughing up a lung then passing out up on the same couch

That you fucking hit it on, sour D gotcha

Munchies bout to kick in, homie' now I need pasta

Smoking's a religion, we be rollin' like a Rasta

Lightin' up the motha fuckin ganja

[Hook]

So damn faded, that's just how we do

Had a scholarship they said I had a high IQ

Back in 10th grade, couple grams up in my shoe

Writing all my English essays on a big bamboo

[Verse 2: Mod Sun]

This ain't no hobbie you got me

Need THC in my body

That shit as green as wasabi

If you got it don't be snobbie

And when I light it don't stop me

No not me probably a shoddie

With a hottie, blowin' shot guns

Webby we got one

It's the Hip, tearin up a zip

Rolled roach on the clip, I got an L

You can probably smell, from way over there

And if you near, you can probably get lifted off the kill

Shout to FedEX with the deal

That's my blood I keep it real

Finessin' while they stressin, I just tell em all to chill

Peel another swisher then teach em just how to feel

Rolling up a blunt while I got one hand up on the wheel

Scoop another oz and crack the motha' fuckin seal

Yeah I'm too high to be gettin old

Bag full of that centerfold

Never thought about letting go, smoke till I'm a fossil

Know I keep that tropical

Since day one it was natural

Feelin' good ain't optional

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]

See we be rolling up with that fire

Break it up in that grinder

So bitch call me your highness cuz you ain't seen no one higher

Leaned back in my recliner

Front seat up at the diner

With the mozzarella sticks and chicken tenders with the spricer

That fine herb, that primo! Zig zag and easy wider

So many papers up in my pocket bitch I could fill a binder

And I forgot my watch today so do you have the time sir?

Oh it's 4:19 you say? Shit, let me grab my lighter!

Livin' good... it's as simple as that

Fill the cloud pen, and we rippin' the wax

So whether you just smoke it or flip it for cash

Light one up, hit it, and pass

[Outro]

Cuz' you know we keep it homegrown

Take another to the dome

With my eyes down low, sorry I'm off in my zone

I'm just breaking up the sticky and its time to get stoned

Roll up a doobie, motherfucker let's go!