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[First Chorus] Charlie Brown, please, don't come around Because your weed is doodoo brown and it smells like the ground You're still my homie (but no more bammer) But with that weed you don't know me When I inhale this, the staleness creeps up on me I love weed, especially when it gets me gaspin' Coughin' up a lung from that passion Graspin' onto life with every hit that I take When I'm high, is the only time I feel awake Roll it up, bags on reserve is what I deserve No joke I gots to smoke cause it calms my nerves And if Charlie was around I guarantee a tragedy From his dirt, brown weed means head starts to hurt Call me a high on, red eyed zombie smelling like oak with a twist of pine tree And fuck Smokey, my names Big Inhale And I'm known to take it down to the tail, You know what I mean? Resi-res build up on my fingernail Clam baked inside the soundproof Lotus Pod cell Lettin' out, when I'm blessed to give So, pass it back and let me get another hit Big Smoker Letras de canciones [Second Chorus] Charlie, Charlie Your weed is so sorry (mmm mmm mmmm) You must have grown it in a dusty safari I just can't smoke that no mo' Even though I'm broke and I'm po' I smell that shit in your bag, I choke and run for the do' Don't hate you, Charlie And homie, you still my boy Just keep that junk on your spot (Don't bring it 'round here) And homie, you still my boy Cause that I can't never handle I need to be high So stay the fuck off my block and don't come back on my side Charlie, Charlie (Charlie Brown) You just ain't fresh anymore Because I like to be lifted Your shit grounds me to the floor Don't make me deck you, Charlie (Bitch) Don't come 'round with that Don't nobody want to hit that Ya'll bustas need to quit that Charlie, Charlie From Letras Mania