Charlie Brown Lyrics - Dirty History - Abk

[First Chorus] 

Charlie Brown, please, don't come around 

Because your weed is doodoo brown 

and it smells like the ground 

You're still my homie (but no more bammer) 

But with that weed you don't know me 

When I inhale this, the staleness creeps up on me 

I love weed, especially when it gets me gaspin' 

Coughin' up a lung from that passion 

Graspin' onto life with every hit that I take 

When I'm high, is the only time I feel awake 

Roll it up, bags on reserve is what I deserve 

No joke I gots to smoke cause it calms my nerves 

And if Charlie was around I guarantee a tragedy 

From his dirt, brown weed means head starts to hurt 

Call me a high on, red eyed zombie 

smelling like oak with a twist of pine tree 

And fuck Smokey, my names Big Inhale 

And I'm known to take it down to the tail, 

You know what I mean? 

Resi-res build up on my fingernail 

Clam baked inside the soundproof Lotus Pod cell 

Lettin' out, when I'm blessed to give 

So, pass it back and let me get another hit 

Big Smoker 

[Second Chorus] 

Charlie, Charlie 

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 smell that shit in your bag, 

I choke and run for the do' 

Don't hate you, Charlie 

And homie, you still my boy 

Just keep that junk on your spot 

(Don't bring it 'round here) 

And homie, you still my boy 

Cause that I can't never handle 

I need to be high 

So stay the fuck off my block 

and don't come back on my side 

Charlie, Charlie (Charlie Brown) 

You just ain't fresh anymore 

Because I like to be lifted 

Your shit grounds me to the floor 

Don't make me deck you, Charlie (Bitch) 

Don't come 'round with that 

Don't nobody want to hit that 

Ya'll bustas need to quit that 

Charlie, Charlie