POTLUCK - I Gotta Problem lyrics

rate me

I smoked haze when my head hurt, Kush for my temper

Smoke it everyday from January to December

Sick from the munchies dr. peppers and Doritos

Southern Cali taco shops, 3 dollars for burritos

Higher than a cosmonaut who smoke the best pot

Think your weed is better? probably not

Every time I get dank, every time I show up late

Baby I don't need rubbers cause I just shoot blanks

I look like Jackie Chan or I was from Japan

I rolls fat blunts like me cause I'm the man

My block got more firefighters than a street parade

Cause my house catchin fire from the weed I blaze

One hit of my blunt, you'll probably need some first aid

Knew dealer's first name ever since I was in the first grade

I never roll browns so I'll never come down

My folks they grow pounds and I'll smoke your whole town

I gotta problem getting high Rollin a blunt

I think my brain gonna fry cause I'll be smoking too much

Everyday id be tellin myself that I need to quit

Next day I wake up puff a blunt and forget

I got tossed once more like Frisbees

Smoke more than chimneys

While the parents askin

Hey where the hell the kids be?

Were getting stoned in the red wood trees

Every hour you see us passing more weed

Smoking too much, fuckin my brain up

Thinking of Mary Jane, the way she makes me puff puff pass it

It's so fantastic, if you gots that bomb, I believe I'll match it

Just a crazy lil dude I'm trying to stay high

It happens daily lately I've been living a lazy life

I should realize and recognize that I have a problem

It's just that me and weed are like batman and robin

I need weed like I need the right ring tones

I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones

I get stoned and repeat it like I'm Mike Jones

I cut close and puff dro every time I go

I need to get help but I'm allergic to rehab

Ever since kindergarten, had a fame to be bad

I was cussin out teachers

Ditchin bumpin my speakers while I be puffin my reefer

I smoke reefer too and my whole platoon

It's been puff puff pass since I came out the womb

Cut class, puff grass, never talked to cops

Borrowed a car from pops and hot boxed it up

Hot boxing is like a ritual around my way

Cause my smoking is habitual, a pound a day

And my mama would always said that I should never give up

So I'm a gonna keep on rollin blunts and keep a pound in my trunk

While you're rollin them blunts, we was hittin them 2 playa

While the other kids were in their rooms playin tomb raider

So many strains, so many different flavors

It's Humboldt county homie, nobody does it greater