Charlie Brown
ABK Lyrics

Charlie Brown please don't come around because you're weed is dodo brown and it smells like the ground.
Charlie Brown, I don't want you to come around because the weed you have is of very low quality and the smell of it is not pleasant.

Your still my homie, but with that weed you don't know me. When i inhale this, the stalness creeps up on me. Charlie.
Despite your bad weed, you still remain my friend but when I smoke it, it feels stale and unpleasant to me. Charlie.

I love weed, specialy when it gets me gasping, coughing up a lounge from that pasion.
I enjoy smoking weed, especially the one that makes me cough, and it's a testament to my love for it.

Grasping on the life with every hit that i take. When i'm high is the only time i feel awake. Roll it up.
Every time I take a hit, it's like taking a grasp on life itself. I only feel fully alive when I'm high on weed. So, let's roll another one.

Bags on resurve is what i desurve.
I deserve to have an ample supply of weed at my disposal.

No joke i gots to smoke it calms my nurves, and if charlie was around i garente a tradgedy, from his dirt, brown weed makes heads start to hurt.
Smoking weed really calms my nerves, and if Charlie was around with his bad, low-quality weed, it would cause a disaster, as it makes people's heads hurt.

Call me a high on red eyed zombi, smelling like old kanta twist a pinetree, and f**k smokey my names big inhale, and i'm known to take it down to the tail, you know what i mean.
People may call me a zombie with red eyes and smelling of pine needles from all the smoking, but I don't care. My name is Big Inhale, and I'm known for taking long, deep inhalations when smoking weed.

Rezy res build up on my fingernail. Clam bake inside the soundproof lotus pod cell.
Resin builds up on my fingernails from smoking too much, and sometimes, I smoke weed inside a soundproof lotus pod cell, which is like having a smoking party.

lettin out when i'm blessed again, so pass it back and let me get another hit big smoker.
Sometimes, I let out smoke when I'm feeling blessed, so pass it back to me, and let me have another hit, I'm a big smoker.

Charlie charlie you're weed is so sorry, you must have thrown it in a dusty sufery.
Charlie, your weed is terrible and of no use. It feels like you picked it up from a dusty, neglected place.

I just can't smoke that no more, eventhough i'm broke and i'm poor.
I can't smoke your weed anymore, even though I'm broke and can't afford good weed.

I smell that shit in your bag i choke and run for the door. dont hurt chi charlie and homie you still my boy, just keep that blunt at your spot, and homie you still my boy.
Whenever I smell your weed, it's so bad that I choke and feel like running away. But, Charlie, you're still my friend, and I care about you. Just keep your bad weed to yourself.

The stress i can't never handle i need to be high so stay the f**k off my block, and don't come back on my side.
Whenever I'm stressed, I can't handle it without being high on weed, so I don't want you to come to my place or block, and stay away from me.

Charlie Charlie you just ain't fresh anymore, be cause i like to be lifted. Your shit ground me to the floor. Don't make me deck you, charlie don't come round here with that, don't nobody wan't to hit that you bustas need to quit that. Charlie Charlie
Charlie, your weed is not potent anymore, and I like to feel really high. Your bad weed just makes me feel like I'm stuck to the floor. Don't come around with that weed, or else, I will knock you out. Nobody wants to smoke it, so you and your bad weed need to go away.