[Verse 1]

Catch me where the red ferns grow

Smokin' bud that burns slow

So turn the damn dial if your speakers turned low

Cause everything I'm doin' is loud

I'm just chillin' on a mothafuckin' cumulus cloud

I stay high!

Up in the galaxy like Pluto Nash

Stupid ass thinkin' any one in your crew's gon' last

But you knew those facts -

I'm the dog that whipped Pugo's ass

Fat bud, call it sumo grass

So you better give me kudos fast

Won't stop till I got that Borat n Bruno cash

I'm a box office success, puffin' the best

Got that Godzilla, green

Same color as Shrek

So lets throw it in a Dutchy or Philly or EZ Wider

Bong, bowl, bubbler, hookah, or vaporizer

Maybe throw yourself a batch of brownies in

As long as we be gettin' high count me in, ay!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I'm just livin' on a cloud

Chillin' in the sunshine

I got a dub n a dutch

I think its blunt time

Eyes bloodshot, contacts dry

Wear my sunglasses even when I'm inside

I'm high -

Like the THC in my system

My weed is medicine

I need it for living

I twist up my words while I speed up the rhythm

Because I be high as fuck 'n I don't need your permission

I'm twistin', burnin' on a cloud

Smokin' on a joint that would make Bob Marley proud

Jam with the Buffalo Soldiers

Chillin', let me stir it up

Trench Town Rockin' on a beat then I burn it up

You better learn your stuff, beware

I'm just a kid who didn't pay attention in D.A.R.E.,

I've been high all day since eighth grade

Stay blazed off that grade-A haze and AK, hey!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Rollin' up an eighth of grass

Any time I blaze a track

Cause I stay burnin' like a fuckin' pyromaniac;

Keep at least an ounce where I'm stayin' at

Dutch in the whip, puffin some piff

Who fuckin' with Chris?

(Nobody)

Anywhere I go, you know I got some pot

Green with orange hair like Roger Klotz

Got that Carrot Top drop

No stems, no seeds

Takin' bong rips to see if you can OD

But you can't, all you get is a cough 'n real hungry

Tearin' the fuck outta the fridge with the munchies

Pass out in boxers in front of the TV then

Wake up at like three PM

Then its wake 'n bake time

So roll yourself a joint

Cause if you're not high

Then whats the fuckin' point?

My heads in the clouds

I'll never be sober

I'll be a pot head till its over

Closure