Ms. Cannabis Lyrics

Say hello to Ms. Cannabis

Pretty and sweet

Drive a day and a week to get to see her physique

She a treat just to be around, loud as can be

But I get a quick peek allowed that keep me discreet

Each pound beautiful, suitable too

For each ounce crucial to a fruitful view

So, whaddya do

Well it sure ain't stay glued

Lead your way into a new attitude

Try it

You gotta breathe hun, inhale the breeze from

Reruns of good old days or make a safe space

Take breaks, recharge ya soul

Whatever help relax you enough

To re-embark on ya goals

To forget what you been sold, the snicklefritz

Or the people that told you it's significance

You getting sick of this yet girl? Well, hold on tight

Cause one curl seem a bit too light

I'm not talkin light, like illuminate bright

I'm sayin light like it needs more weight

It takes time to write ya thoughts right

And a neutral mind to find the balance in fate

It's starting to take shape

The state of the whole

You finding ya place and maintaining control, but

Feigning your role is just faking ya goals

Taming a soul isn't makeup and gold

No face

So you can't put a layer on it

No pace got me onna sonnet

Low haste

Take a minute to appreciate self

Separate the person from whatever was dealt

Au natural is a preference of mine

Why, cover up when ya presence sublime

Sunshine born into the female form

Without you Ms. Cannabis my life forlorned

I'm

Thinking of you when I get up, hit up late

Onna date, empty bags in our wake

No trace left except for ash, butts, blunt guts

Spare crutch, roaches, and a couple a nugs

Clouds gon' disipate, highs recede

But the memories made are gonna find a reprieve, in our mind

Bind eternally without all the paperwork

Although, when we roll bones

You sure make that paper work

Feelin' right on them Northern Lights

The Captain's Cake has got us gear two

First mate takin every Girl Scout Cookie in sight

But the Triple Chocolate Chip here too

Yo

Roses are red, violets blue

Feelin' low, ride the riptide of Gibsonburg Glue

No strain in relationship

The strain is our favorite

So take a hit, make it lift ya

Higher than angels sit

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