Miss Marijuana

Lyrics

(Chorus): He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips I touch his lips, I make him calmer Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips I touch his lips, I make him calmer Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor (Verse 1): I stay puffing on the loudest shit, sky high, day and night, and I'm proud of it Straight pures, no tobacco man allow that shit Few tokes of this kosh, I bet you'd be out of it Heads turn everytime I'm lighting up, you smoking low graders, no way you high as us Crumbling gold nuggets like I got the midas touch, I've always said "fuck the police" cause they don't likе me much And I don't like them too Hold up, lеt me light my zoo, married to Marry Jane, she always helps me right my tunes And de-stress cause London city's like a zoo, survival of the fittest Gotta do what you gotta do, and that means you gotta move what you gotta move The bills need paying, who gives a fuck what they saying? I don't care about the law-makers or what laws they making The more rules they make, that means the more rules we're breaking (Chorus): He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips I touch his lips, I make him calmer Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips I touch his lips, I make him calmer Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor (Verse 2): You know I always got the piff with me, Light up the grape fruit diesel, smells scentsy Drinking weed grass out the glass in Sicily, looking at these beautiful stars, as I hit this weed In the UK, I rarely smoke lems and cheese, I need more flavor, I'm talking tangerine I'm talking kosher tangie, amateurs don't understand me But I don't speak for them, all my friends are high ends Floating on this Kacey Jones, wishing that this weed cloud could just take me home Car stinks, got me parallel like I'm in the ringer But it's so pure, you could crush it with your fingers No grinding needed, we grow our own no supplier needed Why you think every day we stay high and weeded? Married to marijuana, and I really mean it Don't offer me no other drugs blood, I don't need it (Chorus): He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips I touch his lips, I make him calmer Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor He's miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips I touch his lips, I make him calmer Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor