Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh marijuana, yeah

Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh I know you wanna, smoke

I be on it all day
Like my n**** big boy said
That's the only thing that keep me level
Up in my crazy head
Stoned on [bad word]  run
No fun, if not 
It's Scottie from the hate mail read
Man I swear to keep it one hundred
If I ain't have it I'd be dead
My soul's been fed tonight
Everything that I choose
Still can't forget grey goose
Converse covered with mixer juice
And all my n****** rollin up in the booth
Say who got me on another one
Someone please roll me another one
They tell me all good things must end
But those mother [bad word] ain't have this friend
I keep it

Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh marijuana, yeah

Pretty green bud all in my blood
Oh I need it
We can take off now
Oh I know you wanna, smoke