Kottonmouth Kings - Green Dreams (Mile High) lyrics

Green dreams they fill my mind
Green dreams my favorite kind
Green dreams a mile high if you come down
Then have another green dream
Things don't stay the same
(in my mind look inside)
Everythings bound to change
(put me high now we fly)
Like clouds run through the sky
(Its you and I till we die)
We stay a mile high
Things don't stay the same
(in my mind look inside)
Everythings bound to change
(put me high now we fly)
Like clouds run through the sky
(Its you and I till we die)
We stay a mile high

This crowd never back down
My clown you can not drown
Come pie, I will not die
Tell em I coming, tell em Im prime
Tell em all about rat top
Shop with a man inside, he really ain't fine
Keep alotta of my thumb
Keep alotta water to the pot a vine
We are not over the cause, we
Are not over the fight
We are not over the populous
We will continue to fly, fuck em
For dicking my green dreams
Fuck em for giving my high
Spin up another and tell the reason I
Gave em my weed is a lifeflood
I am in love with the herb
Burning up only the nice bud

Stay up in the quadroon where
Dogs run off there leashes
So I guess you can call this my thesis
Smoking on the same strings probably as Jesus
Cause the herbs from the earth are
How I pledge my allegiance
Feel my green dreams as this they all say
Fuck real life bet you roam every minute
So it keeps changing this thing we call life
So I keep smoking just to get
High or just to get by

Getting chilly with this filling
Counting my ends i got enemies and foes but
I got plenty more friends
When they say your time is up for me
It really begins
I got 99 problems so im dealing with 10
You say never say never so I never give up
When my glass is half empty I
Say fill up my cup
To the tip tip top Im running over with love
Im only burning high octane premium buzz

You Know I got the goods
You know I float high
You know I fucked the bomb
Every day and every night
You know I like the smell
You know it never fail
Either put your clothes in the
Air and fuck the hell ya you know the deal
This lonely life is chill
Always going out like trucks
We climbing the hills
Smoking on the green tree
Smoking on the fruity
Packing up the poopy never slack
And I got pretty