Puff puff when I blaze up up and away
Stoned stuck on this haze yep what can I say
I'm a pot addict up in the attic for days
I got a bad habit I wasn't planning to change
I wasn't planning to stay I was chillin on Petes couch
Im always losing track of time over at Pete's house cuz Pete packs dimes in a hookah with 3 snouts
Feels like a bazooka as soon as you breathe out
We on that homegrown retarded greenhouse
Type of shit you take 2 hits and peace out
Have you runnin down the street wavin your peace bout
Paranoia gettin so ripped that you're geeked out
This shit will make a freak out even a classy broad
Why don't you ask your dog who got the true Lodi Da
I have a hard time holding my eyes open
It'll cost more than five to hit on what I'm smokin
This aint your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone
This aint ur average smoking song
I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb
Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong
Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me
Awww what is this you look like you're passing out
I'm so f*cking high I forgot what I'm rappin bout
Oh yeah I'll grab you a bag if you brought the exact Amount
And you bust me off a bud for the hook up good looking out
See Im cool with the dealer he already spot me Jane
He gave me a cheaper price and told me to pocket the change
And it's that flame this stuff is hard in the paint
He sold this strand for months and not once has got a complaint
Its what you call exotic he copped it from out of state
Some people call it chronic but everyone calls it Great
Honestly it has the color of a strawberry daiquiri taste like bubblegum right out the bubble Yum factory
Stop acting all buddy buddy u aint folk to me
You ain't the first broke man who's tried to smoke for free... please
I have a hard time holding my eyes open
It'll cost more than 5 to hit on wut im smoking
This ain't your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone
This ain't ur average smoking song
I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb
Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong
Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me
(It's the pharmacy)
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Chris Wade - Smoke-A-Long Lyrics
Chris Wade - Smoke-A-Long Lyrics
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Puff puff when I blaze up up and away
Stoned stuck on this haze yep what can I say
I'm a pot addict up in the attic for days
I got a bad habit I wasn't planning to change
I wasn't planning to stay I was chillin on Petes couch
Im always losing track of time over at Pete's house cuz Pete packs dimes in a hookah with 3 snouts
Feels like a bazooka as soon as you breathe out
We on that homegrown retarded greenhouse
Type of shit you take 2 hits and peace out
Have you runnin down the street wavin your peace bout
Paranoia gettin so ripped that you're geeked out
This shit will make a freak out even a classy broad
Why don't you ask your dog who got the true Lodi Da
I have a hard time holding my eyes open
It'll cost more than five to hit on what I'm smokin
This aint your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone
This aint ur average smoking song
I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb
Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong
Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me
Awww what is this you look like you're passing out
I'm so f*cking high I forgot what I'm rappin bout
Oh yeah I'll grab you a bag if you brought the exact Amount
And you bust me off a bud for the hook up good looking out
See Im cool with the dealer he already spot me Jane
He gave me a cheaper price and told me to pocket the change
And it's that flame this stuff is hard in the paint
He sold this strand for months and not once has got a complaint
Its what you call exotic he copped it from out of state
Some people call it chronic but everyone calls it Great
Honestly it has the color of a strawberry daiquiri taste like bubblegum right out the bubble Yum factory
Stop acting all buddy buddy u aint folk to me
You ain't the first broke man who's tried to smoke for free... please
I have a hard time holding my eyes open
It'll cost more than 5 to hit on wut im smoking
This ain't your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone
This ain't ur average smoking song
I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb
Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong
Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me
(It's the pharmacy)
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Stoned stuck on this haze yep what can I say
I'm a pot addict up in the attic for days
I got a bad habit I wasn't planning to change
I wasn't planning to stay I was chillin on Petes couch
Im always losing track of time over at Pete's house cuz Pete packs dimes in a hookah with 3 snouts
Feels like a bazooka as soon as you breathe out
We on that homegrown retarded greenhouse
Type of shit you take 2 hits and peace out
Have you runnin down the street wavin your peace bout
Paranoia gettin so ripped that you're geeked out
This shit will make a freak out even a classy broad
Why don't you ask your dog who got the true Lodi Da
I have a hard time holding my eyes open
It'll cost more than five to hit on what I'm smokin
This aint your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone
This aint ur average smoking song
I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb
Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong
Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me
Awww what is this you look like you're passing out
I'm so f*cking high I forgot what I'm rappin bout
Oh yeah I'll grab you a bag if you brought the exact Amount
And you bust me off a bud for the hook up good looking out
See Im cool with the dealer he already spot me Jane
He gave me a cheaper price and told me to pocket the change
And it's that flame this stuff is hard in the paint
He sold this strand for months and not once has got a complaint
Its what you call exotic he copped it from out of state
Some people call it chronic but everyone calls it Great
Honestly it has the color of a strawberry daiquiri taste like bubblegum right out the bubble Yum factory
Stop acting all buddy buddy u aint folk to me
You ain't the first broke man who's tried to smoke for free... please
I have a hard time holding my eyes open
It'll cost more than 5 to hit on wut im smoking
This ain't your average smoking song
And you can tell by the smell of what we're smoking on
I was high as hell when I wrote this song
In and out of my fridge until the groceries gone
This ain't ur average smoking song
I don't care if it's Bobby Brown or you smoke the bomb
Whether you're rolling blunts or you toke your bong
Take a puff of that stuff you can smoke-a-long with me
(It's the pharmacy)
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Smoke-a-long with me
Writer: Christopher Fulton, John Tant
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid