Miss Marijuana

(Chorus):
He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips
I touch his lips, I make him calmer
Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor
He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips
I touch his lips, I make him calmer
Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor

(Verse 1):
I stay puffing on the loudest shit, sky high, day and night, and I'm proud of it
Straight pures, no tobacco man allow that shit
Few tokes of this kosh, I bet you'd be out of it
Heads turn everytime I'm lighting up, you smoking low graders, no way you high as us
Crumbling gold nuggets like I got the midas touch, I've always said "fuck the police" cause they don't likе me much
And I don't like them too
Hold up, lеt me light my zoo, married to Marry Jane, she always helps me right my tunes
And de-stress cause London city's like a zoo, survival of the fittest
Gotta do what you gotta do, and that means you gotta move what you gotta move
The bills need paying, who gives a fuck what they saying?
I don't care about the law-makers or what laws they making
The more rules they make, that means the more rules we're breaking

(Chorus):
He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips
I touch his lips, I make him calmer
Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor
He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips
I touch his lips, I make him calmer
Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor

(Verse 2):
You know I always got the piff with me, Light up the grape fruit diesel, smells scentsy
Drinking weed grass out the glass in Sicily, looking at these beautiful stars, as I hit this weed
In the UK, I rarely smoke lems and cheese, I need more flavor, I'm talking tangerine
I'm talking kosher tangie, amateurs don't understand me
But I don't speak for them, all my friends are high ends
Floating on this Kacey Jones, wishing that this weed cloud could just take me home
Car stinks, got me parallel like I'm in the ringer
But it's so pure, you could crush it with your fingers
No grinding needed, we grow our own no supplier needed
Why you think every day we stay high and weeded?
Married to marijuana, and I really mean it
Don't offer me no other drugs blood, I don't need it

(Chorus):
He's Miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips
I touch his lips, I make him calmer
Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor
He's miss marijuana, his finger tips feel my hips
I touch his lips, I make him calmer
Take him away from all this drama, release of energy, I show him with my armor