Botanicals

(Hook) [Stan Green]
Got plans to fly to Amsterdam one day
To light that fire in the land of haze
I fill my cone up wit headband and blaze
That ocean grown I need a gram in weight
I think it’s time, we get high…
We get high, (on wax I’m a animal, free your mind and lean back with a cannibal)
Ohhh we get high…
(One rhyme out the manual, straight from the mandible, light the botanicals)

(Verse 1)
One time for the cheeba chiefers, we don’t pop pills we just need the reefa
Roll up a fat one while I bleed the speakers
Meet me in the clouds, I’ll be pleased to greet ya
Young Green got the green pack, mean Sativa
OG or the Green Crack, seeds in neither
Leather seat leaned back, these are sleeker
Already gassed up, ain’t gotta feed the meter
Potent potion, I’m overdosing, coast to coast man I’m roller coasting
Make a stop to cop another zip to roast
I never clip the roach, cause I get lit the most ya know!
I remember when the tree was weak
But now it’s seedless weed, and can’t nobody compare the taste
Now a nigga having dreams of leaving
On a plane for days, I put one up in the air and say…

(Verse 2) [ELLI$]
Look
You can tell my cookie jar potent before it’s open
Iron lung and still choking, smoking we steady rolling
Now I’m stuffing cones in slow motion, zkittlez and sherbert a mixed potion
Got me Frozen, bounce back when the liquor store open I need balance
Chump silence, light up before it’s violence
Words from your highness an unmatched highness if you rewind this
Might pass an L out of kindness, designer strands you can’t find this
I ain’t selling shit you can’t buy this, elevate your mind through the blindness
Overstand and give guidance
I can tell what it is from the stench, I need to see you roll it up no offense
Some shit be laced, hella pre-roll to the face puts me in my happy place

(Hook) [Stan Green]
Got plans to fly to Amsterdam one day
To light that fire in the land of haze
I fill my cone up wit headband and blaze
That ocean grown I need a gram in weight
I think it’s time, we get high…
We get high, (on wax I’m a animal, free your mind and lean back with a cannibal)
Ohhh we get high…
(One rhyme out the manual, straight from the mandible, light the botanicals)