<<< CHORUS: SPACEBOY >>>
Grind it up, put it in, roll it up, and then smoke that sh** (x4)
<<< VERSE 1: SPACEBOY >>>
Greens, greens, greens, I got greens on my mind
Money, plants, and weed is all I need to feel fine
I got a big a** bag of Benjamins that is mine
I got a big a** bag of green tea on the pine
I got a big a** bag of Blue Dream now we're flying
I got the green peppers in my sk**et always frying
I hit the plug up in the coffee shop, Baba's buying
I only buy the dankest plants on this planet I'm high-end
I stay high man, if you are trying to get high I can help you
Come over to my crib and we will hit some of this weed to
Lighten up your Spirits, hear this plant, it says it likes you
If it don't then that's too bad think that's a problem for a white dude
Dudes are geeking out cause they ain't used to what I'm used to
Laughing ‘bout some stupid sh** on TV like I used to
Smoking so much bud I cannot move just like I used to
You better use these plants or else these plants will f**ing use you
<<< CHORUS: SPACEBOY >>>
Grind it up, put it in, roll it up, and then smoke that sh** (x4)
<<< VERSE 1: SPACEBOY >>>
Got to start it good, start my mornings with the green
If you follow me on Snapchat then you know just what I mean
I'm mean to these b**hes ‘cause these b**hes f**ing fiends
Always begging for my weed and D and all that's in-between
I don't f** with no b**hes unless that b**h is a queen
I'm lying mother f**er I would prolly f** a three
I don't judge none of these women I would f** a Fat McGee
“I love fatties,” says the horny voice that's coming from the weed
I love to free on the weed when I'm rolling in the whip
I don't take no sh** from you because I got a f**ing grip
Know I used to sip the liq, my bad habits had to kick
Who the f** you think I'm kidding I still smoke until I'm sick
My flow is sick, got more game than a mother f**ing leopard
I'm the fastest f**ing cat that's coming up just for the record
I'm still chilling like a monk meditating like I'm Eckhart
Every night and every morning medicating like a leper
<<< CHORUS: SPACEBOY >>>
Grind it up, put it in, roll it up, and then smoke that sh** (x8)