Smokin' a hundred fifty gram blunt Marry Jane Storefront gettin turned up Don’t that shit make you happy Don’t that shit make you happy Oh it don’t Not my issue Least im not like you Still holding your tissues I'm not into what these losers into I'd rather chill with some weed and roll another blunt When I'm feeling that vibe, ain't nothing gonna front Take a puff, piece of mind, what you wantin to fight for Leave your shit at the door Leave your ass on the floor Forget the drama I don't need those bad vibes, Put my feet up and smoke off the motherfucking dank all the nights that I spend with this bud in my hand what make up for it is the plans I expand Smokin' a hundred fifty gram blunt Marry Jane Storefront gettin turned up Don’t that shit make you happy Don’t that shit make you happy Oh it don’t Not my issue Least im not like you Still holding your tissues Most loud Ever felt that high, like touching the sky, Weed in my hand, letting all worries pass by, Rolling up the good stuff, light it up havn a toke, It's the green that got me lit, Would make you choke, Got me vibin' with the chill, ain't no room for stress, In this green, I'm lost, in this booth, I'm the best, Sunshine in my dreds through the haze, This is happiness, lightin a blaze No Slacking, Still got a piece, Living in the loud, fronts betta cease, Rolling with the green, leaving drama behind, Is you happy for me? fuck dis weeds sublime, It don't matter, oh no, Got my cone Every toke, home grown Smokin' a hundred fifty gram blunt Marry Jane Storefront gettin turned up Don’t that shit make you happy Don’t that shit make you happy Oh it don’t Not my issue Least im not like you Still holding your tissues Just lightin' up, yeah Let it fix you, Catch that high, or this gun, Won't miss you, you into? Sparking up the loud We've got the green, Bitches ain't everything But the high always makes me fantasizing, Anxiety fades When I'm blazin' out with these good vibes, Even if it ain't rational I'm laxing' out, Walking through the haze vertical, Every toke, this Ganja magical. Smokin' a hundred fifty gram blunt Marry Jane Storefront gettin turned up Don’t that shit make you happy Don’t that shit make you happy Oh it don’t Not my issue Least im not like you Still holding your tissues
