TGIF (Thank Ganja It's FriedDay) ft. Kassatta Lyrics

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to ganja my soul to keep

But if I ain't high before I wake

Well I might just have to wake and bake

T g i f

T g i f thank ganja it's friday

Thank ganja

Yeah I'm 'bout to light 1 up right now It's about to be a fried day

I'm 'bout to get fried aye

No I ain't even driving, still I'm taking the highway

Nah I'm lying

House so big I been driving 5 minutes and I'm still in my driveway

Oh my ganja

T g i f what that mean, I'm totally good I'm fine

Blunts big as dynamite sticks, tick tick

Once lit it'll blow ya' mind

T G I F what that mean, you know 'this ganja is fire' aye

T G I F what that mean, once I light up 'this green I'm fried' aye

I be tryna ease my mind, I be tryna chief like Keef

Don't come tryna blow my high

I'll give you right back to the streets

White owl white grapes, honey bourbon backwoods

And a couple red swisher sweets

I be tryna wake and bake, right after I sleep and chief

Five blunts in rotation, and it's just me, I'm at home facing

I be loaded even when it's no bases

And these hot shells turn 'em into cold cases

Better check ya' temperature around me

This green on point like Cousy

The weatherman telling me it's sunny outside

But the forecast inside cloudy yeah

T g i f, that girl is fine, yeah I'm talking 'bout my bae

Yeah I'm talking 'bout her she got so many curves

Gotta look at her sideways

She said why ya' neck bent like that?

I said look at it my way

Sitting in a hotbox looking like a sauna baby it's spa day

Throw in the towel

T g i f, t g i f

Thank ganja it's friday, thank ganja I'm fried aye

T g i f, t g i f

This ganja is fire aye

Once I light up this green I'm fried aye

Fell asleep facing one, woke up still blazing one

Blunt big as a baby arm, can't hang with no baby lungs

This that OG talk, and this that OG kush

And this that Karma Sutra, I feel like I wrote the book

We can go half like 14 grams out of 28 grams on the scale

Yeah, I be toking heavy every minute of the day like

It gotta be 4:20 somewhere

Somewhere, somewhere

My neck and my back, got me smoking Ezell

If I don't blow through a half a pound every week

I'ma feel like I failed, bring out the bales

T g i f, thank ganja it's friday

Thank ganja

Yeah I'm 'bout to light 1 up right now It's about to be a fried day

I'm 'bout to get fried aye

No I ain't even driving, still I'm taking the highway

Nah I'm lying

House so big I been driving 5 minutes and I'm still in my driveway

Oh my ganja

T g i f what that mean, I'm totally good I'm fine

Blunts big as dynamite sticks tick tick

Once lit it'll blow ya' mind

T g i f what that mean, you know this ganja is fire aye

T g i f, what that mean, once I light up this green I'm fried (Aye)

T g i f, t g i f

Thank ganja it's friday, thank ganja I'm fried aye

T g i f, t g i f

This ganja is fire aye

Once I light up this green I'm fried aye

I be tryna ease my mind, I be tryna chief like Keef

Don't come tryna blow my high

I'll give you right back to the streets

White owl white grapes, honey bourbon backwoods

And a couple red swisher sweets

I be tryna wake and bake, right after I sleep and chief