Homegrown
So tell me "What you get when you mix a little red
a little gold, a little green with a little THC?"
I said, "Well tell me what you get
when you mix a little herb and some nerds
spitting words, by the curb?"
Yeah that's me
Got Cali in our hearts, man
Music in our soul
And ganja is the answer
But reggae is our home
We finally moving up
Now, were finally set in stone
We finally branching out
Cuz we all be homegrown
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
No better feeling
I know
I'm getting high in Ohio
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
There's no ceiling
I know
I put the "high" in Ohio
Yeah, we blaze it
We never lace it
Just a few hits and I'm feeling amazing
Keep the spliff lit, we all getting faded
This Ganja got me feeling like I just meditated
Let's take a ride while we all get high
Lose ourselves in the Tennessee Sky
Let's roll up all day, toke all night
We smoke that homegrown to keep the vibe right
We burn it slow
picking up the bass that's lying real low
Sticking with the pace that moves with flow
We getting high off that homegrown
Get stoned with me
Take a little hit off this Cali weed
This reggae music gonna make you dance to the beat
It's getting hazy up in Tennessee
Light up a spliff and take it in
Get a little bit of healing from that plant medicine
I got a condition, I need a prescription
Daily twenty-four-seven-four-twenty subscription
Even when I'm dry I'm feeling high
Off the music and the message to the rhythm of life
Turn up the meters and slow down time
I'm getting elevated off my own supply
We burn it slow
Picking up the bass that's lying real low
Sticking with the pace that moves with flow
It's getting high off that homegrown
Take one more puff
When I get a hit, I can't get enough
All I feel is peace and love
Let's all get high in Iowa
We burn it slow (Bob, Bob, Vila, homegrown)
Picking up the bass that's lying real low (Bob, Bob Vila, homegrown)
Sticking with the pace that moves with flow (there's no ceiling, I know)
I put the high in Ohio
It's getting hazy up in Tennessee
Let's all get high in Iowa (homegrown)
This reggae music gonna make you dance to the beat (no better feeling, I know)
(Let's all get high...) We all be homegrown
a little gold, a little green with a little THC?"
I said, "Well tell me what you get
when you mix a little herb and some nerds
spitting words, by the curb?"
Yeah that's me
Got Cali in our hearts, man
Music in our soul
And ganja is the answer
But reggae is our home
We finally moving up
Now, were finally set in stone
We finally branching out
Cuz we all be homegrown
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
No better feeling
I know
I'm getting high in Ohio
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
Bob, Bob Vila
Homegrown
There's no ceiling
I know
I put the "high" in Ohio
Yeah, we blaze it
We never lace it
Just a few hits and I'm feeling amazing
Keep the spliff lit, we all getting faded
This Ganja got me feeling like I just meditated
Let's take a ride while we all get high
Lose ourselves in the Tennessee Sky
Let's roll up all day, toke all night
We smoke that homegrown to keep the vibe right
We burn it slow
picking up the bass that's lying real low
Sticking with the pace that moves with flow
We getting high off that homegrown
Get stoned with me
Take a little hit off this Cali weed
This reggae music gonna make you dance to the beat
It's getting hazy up in Tennessee
Light up a spliff and take it in
Get a little bit of healing from that plant medicine
I got a condition, I need a prescription
Daily twenty-four-seven-four-twenty subscription
Even when I'm dry I'm feeling high
Off the music and the message to the rhythm of life
Turn up the meters and slow down time
I'm getting elevated off my own supply
We burn it slow
Picking up the bass that's lying real low
Sticking with the pace that moves with flow
It's getting high off that homegrown
Take one more puff
When I get a hit, I can't get enough
All I feel is peace and love
Let's all get high in Iowa
We burn it slow (Bob, Bob, Vila, homegrown)
Picking up the bass that's lying real low (Bob, Bob Vila, homegrown)
Sticking with the pace that moves with flow (there's no ceiling, I know)
I put the high in Ohio
It's getting hazy up in Tennessee
Let's all get high in Iowa (homegrown)
This reggae music gonna make you dance to the beat (no better feeling, I know)
(Let's all get high...) We all be homegrown
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Shawberry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.