Weed (2.0)

By TREY CHOPS

On Lushlands

Released on March 24, 2014

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(Floating, floating)

Oh yes, it came from the Earth

Ain't nobody know the origins of birth

Stay pushing that dirt

A lot of the Republicans just really ain't fucking with herb

I am, roll my self another one

Everybody ought a lick it, tired of the flashy fuzz

Oh yes, let's talk about the sticky shit

Everybody tryna kick it, I'm just out here getting lit

Oh, like dope boys be moving bricks, I'm making hits

But I don't ever touch it, don't need money quick

So, can you understand my master plan, like Master Jam

Can't sit, just stand

Womp womp, like a bitch want war

Everybody smoking about to pass out to the floor

Everybody get up, let's just smoke a little more

Huh, and I just want to be on tour

Damn bruh, I'm too high for this (So)

Cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed

Damn, wherе I'm at though (So)

Cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed

God damn, must be a new strain, hit me in my mеmbrane (So, uh)

We smoking, we smoking

God damn, must be a new strain, hit me in my membrane (So, uh)

We smoking, we smoking

Oh yeah, cough another loogie quick, smoke a blunt yourself my brother

Nothing like that movie shit

Joints be aching, broads be faking, some don't really have a home

Weed is what they need to see that life is full of better bones

And some just need a better clone

Some stay up in mansions, always prancing, watching Channel 0

And some don't give a fuck, 'cause money and materials just really ain't enough

Huh, I bet we really called the bluff

You deep but in the street my rap means nothing to the tough

Inhale thoughts from the Earth itself, fuck all that bullshit

It ain't bad for your health

I'm sorry for my actions, sorry for my planning

But I'm gon' be that nigga in the league, oh yeah Peyton Manning

Damn bruh, I'm too high for this (So)

Cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed

Damn, where I'm at though (So)

Cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed, cut up ya weed

God damn, must be a new strain, hit me in my membrane (So, uh)

We smoking, we smoking

God damn, must be a new strain, hit me in my membrane (So, uh)

We smoking, we smoking