4:20

It’s crazy, how I barely see your face it’s impossible for me to stay away breezed through the air I can smell you from a mile away smiles like purp, smells like sour diesel, that bubba kush, or maybe that chronic good with Mary Jane I ain’t never misunderstood

I keep a blunt lit up as I’m rolling one up, two blunts one on each side of my ear, three more stuff up in my Swisher pack , yeska puffing top-tier I ain’t nothing like my peers keep a pound on me. She got me so blown has me feeling like the pound is in me love it when she glazes in my I see her shining she gets so sticky she stays all up on me I need you all the time always feeling so damn right you stood always by my side only time I miss you when I close my eyes

Roll it up and fire it up take a toke we puffing it up nothing but the dankiest stickies all in my lungs blunts after blunts you ain’t smoking like us sprung on Mary Jane so there’s no splitting us

I got that fire it’s (that dumb sticky-icky, that dumb sticky-icky) so why don’t you come and smoke with me let’s drop a couple dubs on a blunt so we can get crispy, so damn high that you couldn’t see me with your eyes even if you tried, on top of cloud nine can you reach me hear Mary Jane saying come and hit me

Love the way on how my yeska looks a different style all the time all sorts of pretty types got my body high mellowed out in some clouds tonight, but if I’m feeling different today i get head high sky high flying through the clouds tonight, Mary Jane help me get cured tonight relieve the pain that I stress and hide, everyday I inhale what’s mines for your face tatted with the hand I roll up with Mary Jane you can’t never leave my side

I got that fire it’s (that dumb sticky-icky, that dumb sticky-icky) so why don’t you come and smoke with me let’s drop a couple dubs on a blunt so we can get crispy, so damn high that you couldn’t see me with your eyes even if you tried, on top of cloud nine can you reach me hear Mary Jane saying come and hit me

Roll it up and fire it up take a toke we puffing it up nothing but the dankiest stickies all in my lungs blunts after blunts you ain’t smoking like us sprung on Mary Jane so there’s no splitting us

Feeling like I’m flying high puffing as I’m cruising by steady smoking from late mornings to early nights, yeska is my paradise has me with some blood shot eyes ima smoke until I run out of mines

Mary Jane is so friendly she keeps me company no matter how I’m feeling she tastes so good smells so great I put that fire to her face and slowly drift away so sticky and green love it when your purple coated just don’t know how to behave and when I’m smoking on some loud noisy kush I start to reminisce about back in the day trying every strain that gets crossed my way you that bubba kush, that strawberry daze, some of that blue dream some of that headband OG, smoking on some king Louie the 13,