Purple on these plants, I don't know the strains
Indica or somethin'
Sitting on my couch, high as f*ck
Getting hard to count this money
Cancel all my plans, call up the weed man, I ain't doing nothing
Hold it in my lungs, stickin' to my hands
We got a green thumb
About 3.5 in it
I'm like my lighter lit
I'm high as shit, I'm done
Stoned as a monument
Hope you brought condiments
To consummate this love
Cause if I could promise it, I would
But I'll probably over ponder shit
And it come dumb
It's hard to hide it
When you too high
And you trying
But you too fried
Now you stuck
Purple on these plants, I don't know the strains
Indica or somethin'
Sitting on my couch, high as f*ck
Getting hard to count this money
Cancel all my plans, call up the weed man, I ain't doing nothing
Hold it in my lungs, stickin' to my hands
We got a green thumb
Hitman Heazy - green thumb (interlude) Lyrics
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Purple on these plants, I don't know the strains
Indica or somethin'
Sitting on my couch, high as f*ck
Getting hard to count this money
Cancel all my plans, call up the weed man, I ain't doing nothing
Hold it in my lungs, stickin' to my hands
We got a green thumb
About 3.5 in it
I'm like my lighter lit
I'm high as shit, I'm done
Stoned as a monument
Hope you brought condiments
To consummate this love
Cause if I could promise it, I would
But I'll probably over ponder shit
And it come dumb
It's hard to hide it
When you too high
And you trying
But you too fried
Now you stuck
Purple on these plants, I don't know the strains
Indica or somethin'
Sitting on my couch, high as f*ck
Getting hard to count this money
Cancel all my plans, call up the weed man, I ain't doing nothing
Hold it in my lungs, stickin' to my hands
We got a green thumb
Indica or somethin'
Sitting on my couch, high as f*ck
Getting hard to count this money
Cancel all my plans, call up the weed man, I ain't doing nothing
Hold it in my lungs, stickin' to my hands
We got a green thumb
About 3.5 in it
I'm like my lighter lit
I'm high as shit, I'm done
Stoned as a monument
Hope you brought condiments
To consummate this love
Cause if I could promise it, I would
But I'll probably over ponder shit
And it come dumb
It's hard to hide it
When you too high
And you trying
But you too fried
Now you stuck
Purple on these plants, I don't know the strains
Indica or somethin'
Sitting on my couch, high as f*ck
Getting hard to count this money
Cancel all my plans, call up the weed man, I ain't doing nothing
Hold it in my lungs, stickin' to my hands
We got a green thumb
Writer: Brandon Heath
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