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Lyrics:
Verse 1:
You see I roll one up and light it
When my zippo gets ignited
It’s an addiction at this point
So what’s the point in tryin to fight it
Pass a bowl with Miley Cyrus and Michael Phelps in a cipher
Even Schwarzenegger hit it when I passed homie the lighter
Puffin that pharmaceutical so cali’s where I’m movin to
Blazin on a sunny afternoon this shit is beautiful
The sun is in the sky but you still can see the moon
While I’m *blazin on a sunny afternoon*
Cause I’m feelin spectacular, puff puff passin
Just on a NASA spacecraft, up above passin ya
Abara-cadabara I’ll make the weed vanish bitch
Brain damage, tree bandit, rollin up the cannabis
Kickin back baby and I’m lovin it
While I be puffin on dozens of my herbal supplements
That’s just how I does it so somebody grab a dub of piff
And I’ll go grab a dutch to split and we’ll be getting dumb as shit
Chorus:
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
Cause I like to look so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Blazin on a sunny afternoon
Verse 2:
Uhh, yeah and you know I’m not the sober type
So fuckin high that I can barely even hold the mic
Always smokin and yeah I got probation but fuck
Rules are made to be broken right?
I’m a crazy dude, burnin watchin pay-per-view
Munchin on some asian food, roll a jay a haze or two
Stay higher than harry potter flyin on his broom
While I’m *blazin on a sunny afternoon*
Yeah, Chelsey have you seen me lately
I think I’m goin crazy, tokin on a vaporizer till my brain is broken baby
Rarely sober I can’t help it I’m a stoner
Always got that fresh outta the baggie weed aroma
When some say it’s a bad habit, I just fuckin laugh at it
Grab the bong and pack it and hit until I’m asthmatic
Brain always movin slow like it’s some bad traffic
You can’t OD on pot? Shit I’ll take a stab at it
Chorus:
Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
Cause I like to look so pleasantly
Live this life of luxury
Blazin on a sunny afternoon
Verse 3:
Yeah, uh
I’m always twistin up the ganja
Since 8th grade graduated with high honors
No ones gettin higher when I roll a E-Z Wider
I’ll be chillin with Harold and Kumar munchin on some sliders
Where’s my fuckin lighter? Yo somebody grab the illadelph
I’ve stepped my game up from water bottle bong’s I’d build myself
Getting super silly, smoke fills up the room
While I’m *blazin on a sunny afternoon*
Yeah, when it comes to marijuana I’m a heavy user
Even puffin in my dreams, pass a j with Freddy Krueger
It’s like my medication at this point in life
I start itching when I’m stuck without a joint to light
Cottonmouth like I been chewin on my t-shirt
Girls are third, moneys second, but I need my weed first
So you wanna burn? Hope you got a ounce to bring
Shit I gotta go yo, I’m late for drug counseling
Ha, not forreal though
Shits at 4:30 it’s like 4:23, fuck

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