In the Backwoods
In the backwoods
In the backwoods
In the backwoods where shit grows
Four feet tall in the backyard oh
Got a couple in the kitchen window
Cigarette stench with a pinch of indo
When the wind blows like damn
See trees for miles
Seeds weed in piles
Beneath it lies
These dreams and I
Can't see me dying
Workin a job
No nine to five
Fam asking why
Why I stay high
Same reason I
Don't tell no lie
I'm the truth
But truth is
I been fed up
Homie pour another drink
Like it's been ten cups
I been venting
Ever since fuck
Was stuck in my vocab
Don't mind me
I been smoking gas
In the backwoods
You trying to grow that plant
That shit ain't tall
Watch this
I been sick of this shit
A mischievous kid
Who was pissed
With a spliff and
Wish to get big
Splitting wood for the stove
Know I'm good for the low
From the four two oh
Zone's straight from the grow
I don't know no names
I don't know no faces
Don't know shit but a time and a place
Man I'm homegrown
My connect hook me up for the low low
Roll the best
I finesse it
And smoke cones
Let it burn down
Pass it round
For the distribution
Got a cap and gown
Pick the seed and stems
Got to pack it down
Get it vacuum tight
And get it out of town
Ain't smoking no profit
Hash in my pocket
Glow in the bowl
I done told you before
Don't knock at my store
Got a shot and a four
And it's cocked by the door
In the backwoods
In the backwoods
In the backwoods
In the backwoods where shit grows
Four feet tall in the backyard oh
Got a couple in the kitchen window
Cigarette stench with a pinch of indo
When the wind blows like damn
See trees for miles
Seeds weed in piles
Beneath it lies
These dreams and I
Can't see me dying
Workin a job
No nine to five
Fam asking why
Why I stay high
Same reason I
Don't tell no lie
I'm the truth
But truth is
I been fed up
Homie pour another drink
Like it's been ten cups
I been venting
Ever since fuck
Was stuck in my vocab
Don't mind me
I been smoking gas
In the backwoods
You trying to grow that plant
That shit ain't tall
Watch this
I been sick of this shit
A mischievous kid
Who was pissed
With a spliff and
Wish to get big
Splitting wood for the stove
Know I'm good for the low
From the four two oh
Zone's straight from the grow
I don't know no names
I don't know no faces
Don't know shit but a time and a place
Man I'm homegrown
My connect hook me up for the low low
Roll the best
I finesse it
And smoke cones
Let it burn down
Pass it round
For the distribution
Got a cap and gown
Pick the seed and stems
Got to pack it down
Get it vacuum tight
And get it out of town
Ain't smoking no profit
Hash in my pocket
Glow in the bowl
I done told you before
Don't knock at my store
Got a shot and a four
And it's cocked by the door
In the backwoods
In the backwoods
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Writer(s): Andrew Arnold
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