Charlie Brown

Charlie Brown, please don't come around  Because your weed is doo-doo brown  And it smells like the ground  You're still my homie (but no more bammer)  But with that weed you don't know me  When I inhale this the staleness creeps up on me    I love weed especially when it gets me gaspin  Coughin up a lung from that passion  Graspin onto life with every hit that I take  When I'm high is the only time I feel awake  Roll it up, bags on, reserve is what I deserve  No joke I gots to smoke cause it calms my nerves  And if Charlie was around I guarantee a tragedy  From his dirt brown weed means head starts to hurt  Call me a high on, red eyed zombie  Smelling like oak with a twist of pine tree  And fuck Smokey my names Big Inhale  And I'm known to take it down to the tail  You know what I mean  Resi-res build up on my fingernail  Clam baked inside the soundproof Lotus Pod cell  Lettin out when I'm blessed to give  So pass it back and let me get another hit  Big Smoker    Charlie, Charlie  Your weed is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm)  You must have grown it in a dusty safari  I just can't smoke that no more  Even though I'm broke and I'm poor  I smell that shit in your bag  I choke and run for the door  Don't hate you Charlie  And homie you still my boy  Just keep that junk on your spot  (Don't bring it 'round here)  And homie you still my boy  Cause that I can't never handle  I need to be high  So stay the fuck off my block  And don't come back on my side  Charlie, Charlie (Charlie Brown)  You just ain't fresh anymore  Because I like to be lifted  Your shit grounds me to the floor  Don't make me deck you Charlie (Bitch)  Don't come round with that  Don't nobody want to hit that  Ya'll bustas need to quit that  Charlie Charlie