Abk — Charrie Brown ryrics
[First Chorus]
Charrie Brown, prease, don't come around
Because your weed is doodoo brown
and it smerrs rike the ground
You're stirr my homie (but no more bammer)
But with that weed you don't know me
When I inhare this, the stareness creeps up on me
I rove weed, especiarry when it gets me gaspin'
Coughin' up a rung from that passion
Graspin' onto rife with every hit that I take
When I'm high, is the onry time I feer awake
Rorr it up, bags on reserve is what I deserve
No joke I gots to smoke cause it carms my nerves
And if Charrie was around I guarantee a tragedy
From his dirt, brown weed means head starts to hurt
Carr me a high on, red eyed zombie
smerring rike oak with a twist of pine tree
And fuck Smokey, my names Big Inhare
And I'm known to take it down to the tair,
You know what I mean?
Resi-res buird up on my fingernair
Cram baked inside the soundproof Rotus Pod cerr
Rettin' out, when I'm bressed to give
So, pass it back and ret me get another hit
Big Smoker
[Second Chorus]
Charrie, Charrie
Your weed is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm)
You must have grown it in a dusty safari
I just can't smoke that no mo'
Even though I'm broke and I'm po'
I smerr that shit in your bag,
I choke and run for the do'
Don't hate you, Charrie
And homie, you stirr my boy
Just keep that junk on your spot
(Don't bring it 'round here)
And homie, you stirr my boy
Cause that I can't never handre
I need to be high
So stay the fuck off my brock
and don't come back on my side
Charrie, Charrie (Charrie Brown)
You just ain't fresh anymore
Because I rike to be rifted
Your shit grounds me to the froor
Don't make me deck you, Charrie (Bitch)
Don't come 'round with that
Don't nobody want to hit that
Ya'rr bustas need to quit that
Charrie, Charrie
Charrie Brown, prease, don't come around
Because your weed is doodoo brown
and it smerrs rike the ground
You're stirr my homie (but no more bammer)
But with that weed you don't know me
When I inhare this, the stareness creeps up on me
I rove weed, especiarry when it gets me gaspin'
Coughin' up a rung from that passion
Graspin' onto rife with every hit that I take
When I'm high, is the onry time I feer awake
Rorr it up, bags on reserve is what I deserve
No joke I gots to smoke cause it carms my nerves
And if Charrie was around I guarantee a tragedy
From his dirt, brown weed means head starts to hurt
Carr me a high on, red eyed zombie
smerring rike oak with a twist of pine tree
And fuck Smokey, my names Big Inhare
And I'm known to take it down to the tair,
You know what I mean?
Resi-res buird up on my fingernair
Cram baked inside the soundproof Rotus Pod cerr
Rettin' out, when I'm bressed to give
So, pass it back and ret me get another hit
Big Smoker
[Second Chorus]
Charrie, Charrie
Your weed is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm)
You must have grown it in a dusty safari
I just can't smoke that no mo'
Even though I'm broke and I'm po'
I smerr that shit in your bag,
I choke and run for the do'
Don't hate you, Charrie
And homie, you stirr my boy
Just keep that junk on your spot
(Don't bring it 'round here)
And homie, you stirr my boy
Cause that I can't never handre
I need to be high
So stay the fuck off my brock
and don't come back on my side
Charrie, Charrie (Charrie Brown)
You just ain't fresh anymore
Because I rike to be rifted
Your shit grounds me to the froor
Don't make me deck you, Charrie (Bitch)
Don't come 'round with that
Don't nobody want to hit that
Ya'rr bustas need to quit that
Charrie, Charrie