[Verse 1 - Corny]
Yea, it's Corny
Different little feel on a weed song
Get my phone and jot a verse while I got a beat on
Tryna keep my feet on the ground
Meanwhile I'm tryna put me on
From spitting out a weed song to spitting out a deep song
To both of em together, gra** is green in any weather
f** the other side cuz the greener gra** ain't better
We got orange green and purple all blended up together
Heh, a little clever when I sever instrumentals
In a Mary state of mental, pearly whites ain't talking dental
k** it after smoking endo and that ain't coincidental
So I guess I smoke, guess, I'll hit this weed
You're mad were lighting plants? You got a Christmas tree!
Only difference is the smoke, and the gift it leaves
What's the big deal if I hit this weed?
I mean I really love my country but it isn't free
[Hook - Futuristic]
So, I guess I smoke. (I guess I smoke)
Smoke. So, I guess I smoke. (So I guess I...)
(Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, Smoke)
So, I guess I smoke
(Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, Smoke)
[Verse 2 - Racked Up Ru$$ell]
So I guess I choke, toke, roll a bit of dope
Blow a lil smoke when I'm chilling with your hoe
Cruisin on the low light fusion on the low
Moving through the hole Charles Woodson with the zone
Blunt after dab after waterfall pull, keef in the bowl
Rolling up hope on a smoldering slope to float on off a boat
Circle the globe like Magellan you know
Ferdinand with the flow
The fans are the fuel to my fire of focus
The aspire for greatness no desire for famous just inspire some changes
So I'm thinking the strangest, feeling sensations
Tell me what this strain is
She can ration the smoke
I smash on the flow
Are you pa**ing the dro? What you askin me for?
*Cough *Cough
That dab hurt my throat
[Hook]