Balhead - Cloud Nine Lyrics

I'm just blowing out indo you see the smoke out the window
If I give her a taste of this grape she matching my tempo
If she smoking with me then she gonna open her temple
I'm the strain that ease her pain and stimulate all her mentaln

I be smoking on Cali, a cannibus
Connoisseur
And the leaves that I roll stank it smell like something manure
All you stoners need to take some notes
And get you tutor
I'm the king of cannibus you can call me
The ruler

If you need a new connect, we can get you a zone
If you need a transport we can bring it to ya home
If you need sativa we got strains for ya dome
If you hit this shit carelessly well the cough will make you foam

We rolling up the backwoods like a lumberjacks up in the forest
And we got the flavors exotic, it taste like fresh Porridge
We can never over harvest put the surplus in the storage
And organize the jars we got from the weakest out to the strongest

Im stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings
I stay blowing Os you see and smell the smokey rings
I don't ever trip on what ever that life brings
Put that fire to Mary Jane until that bitch sings

I'm stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings
Yeah I'm stuck on that chocolate tai just like good cream
I'm smoking on that good purple not talking bout lean
Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends

Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends
Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends

Y'all can keep that drank
I love weed
I love me Mary Jane dawg It helps me sleep
When y'all drank too much
Y'all just turn creep
And y'all follow the crowds
Like dumb sheep

All I need me is green and some
Heat
Got the blunts in rotation just like it's on repeat
Got me some strawberry cough that's tasting kinda of sweet
Homie came with extracts that arrived on wax sheets

Take another rip of the bong, we making steam
Only wash it with salt alcohol to make
It clean
I don't f*ck with sleeping pills only blue dreams
And I'm on my solo shit I don't need myself a team

This the type of shit you blow to when
You ride
You niggas can't hit it unless you bringing five
Please don't bring no Reggie man that shit right there is jive
I'm only smoking medical grade you need prescribed

Im stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings
I stay blowing Os you see and smell the smokey rings
I don't ever trip on what ever that life brings
Put that fire to Mary Jane until that bitch sings

I'm stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings
Yeah I'm stuck on that chocolate tai just like good cream
I'm smoking on that good purple not talking bout lean
Marijuana be potent but it don't make fiends