Cherry Blazed (Produced by David Grants) ft. David Grants Lyrics

Yeah man I keep my blunt lit In my cherry blaze

Nothing like that blunt smoke Green like Incredible Hulk

Real OG from Humboldt Purple hay, sourdough for New York

I be, I be, I be higher I be, I be smokin' fire

I'm just a fly on the wall Gettin' contact from the supplier

Oh, oh, feelin' good Feel so much better in my hood

Me, I'm all on my own, misunderstood Fuck me, bitch, fuck you, I'm so rude

I roll em' back to back And smoke em' back to back

It's comin' out the dutchie And not the swisher rap

I roll em' back to back And smoke em' back to back

It's comin' out the dutchie And not the swisher rap

Yeah man You've been so high

You was havin' a total, complete conversation With somebody that wasn't there

Now long behold You finally found yourself some good shit

So split a swisher Crush the bud down

Flick, tuck, and roll And get high, man, get high

Don't be a bitch and hit that shit Fine, I'll hit that shit

My only condition is Don't let me call my sister's kids

Talk about some licorice Hold up, sister, grand shit

What's in a bit of plans? Meat, cheap smoke

Please don't see my pisto Officer, monitor, how I see those

Yellow lines, mellow mind When I breathe, os

Fellow, I'm of the kind That'll leave throat

See no signs of the vine When the leaves blow

Tree divine, needle pines Rick like Zeebo

Antidote, friend of smoke If they be close

Oh shit, I guess I'll have to eat those

I smoke it once to freak Just smoke it once to freak

I'm feelin' paranoia Why won't you let me be

I smoke it once to freak Just smoke it once to freak

I'm feelin' paranoia Why won't you let me be

Why won't you let me be