Pretty green bud all in my blood Oh I need it We can take off now Oh marijuana, yeah
Pretty green bud all in my blood Oh I need it We can take off now Oh I know you wanna, smoke
I be on it all day Like my n**** Big Boi said That's the only thing that keep me level Up in my crazy head Stoned on the run, run No fun, if not It's Scottie from the hate mail read Man I swear to keep it one hundred If I ain't have it I'd be dead My soul's been fed tonight Everything that I choose Still can't forget Grey Goose Converse covered with mixer juice And all my n****** rollin up in the booth Say who got me on another one Someone please roll me another one They tell me all good things must end But those mother fuckers ain't have this friend I keep it
Pretty green bud all in my blood Oh I need it We can take off now Oh marijuana, yeah
Pretty green bud all in my blood Oh I need it We can take off now Oh I know you wanna, smoke♕