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letra de damn, it feels good to be a greeny - green boys

[instrumental: d-mn, it feels good to be a gangsta by getto boys]

[intro skit]

[dan]
3,2,1, and go! that’s kyle mooney!

[dom]
shut the f-ck up!

[chuck]
light that sh-t man!

[verse 1: chuck the clown]
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny
and if you don’t know, then i’m sorry
cuz lemme just tell a little story
when i was just a kid named charlie
i was sittin around low to the floor
life was a bore
my boys needed more
dom and dan went walkin down the street
a kid named dalt said take a seat
he pulled out a bong and sung us a song
about this plant that made us feel freely
d-mn it feels good, d-mn it feels good
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny

[verse 2: randy hammer]
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny
let me take you on a journey
about the boys called marley
me, matt, dom, and charlie
don’t forget dan, shy, and dalt
we use green like a chef uses salt
named after bob, the greatest jamaican
him and ganja’s like breakfast and bacon
we marley boys try to have fun
listen to me here comes the sun
we’re marley boys we’ll always be together
no matter where no matter the weather
a gift from god a magical plant
now smoke that green and sing this chant
d-mn it feels good, d-mn it feels good
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny

[verse 3: daniel]
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny
smoking on that gas got me feeling lazy
eyes real hazy i don’t care i’m crazy
(yo do you smoke?)
no i never touch the stuff but dude, i’m high as f-ck
d-mn it feels good, d-mn it feels good
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny

[verse 4: dr dalt]
they said, “yo dalt come outside,”
little did i know they were about to get me high
2 joints 2 the face
i said, “yo is this sh-t laced?”
na, it’s just some super dank cannabis
didn’t know if i could handle it
then, i found a plug for some loud
ever since i’ve been elevated to the clouds
puff puff, then i was floatin
inhalin what i’m smokin
best believe it’s that extra potent
lighting up that super special
man i’m on another level
i’m talkin cloud nine
i mean really fried
felt kinda lazy
my mind was racing
eyes were a little bit glazed
throw it back to the glory days
when i thought the green was just a phase
back then we were smoking papers
just a group young dream chasers
chased my dream got a scholarship
now i’m the marijuanologist
stay tuned soon to have a doctorate
i keep a personal stash of that fire
roll it up get a little bit higher
you know i cultivate the good-good green
that good thc or the cbd
smokin out the bong with no hesitation
see the bubbles from the percolation
2017 is the year of graduation
stay smokin on some good jamaican
chuck, dalt, shy, randy, dan, and dom
a bunch of real fly guys
forever stuck in some real high times
d-mn it feels good, d-mn it feels good
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny

[dizzy dom]
guess i’m gone finish it?
alright…

[verse 5: dizzy dom]
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny
to breath in a few times and go to sp-ce camp
lift your feet off the ground and never come down
suddenly become the highest flying kid in town
it all started from this girl i knew
she was such a pretty sight and had a pearl or two
her name blew around like a candle light
parents said make sure she stays away from you
but when i met her, i knew she wasn’t bad
she was only for the better and seemed real rad
no sticks in her clothes, which were casually formal
had a nice aroma, and her mood ring said normal
she came to me, said “how high are you?”
she said “sorry, hi, how are you?”
i said “i’m great, tell me about you if you could,”
she said “thanks i’m really really glad to be here
my name is mary and i like to fly planes
my nickname is bud and my middle name is jane
i’m a natural girl nothing chemical about me
and you can’t have a good good time without me”
“wow,” i said, “that’s pretty dope”
i sense a real spark coming between us
before i could say one more thing
something very bad had to transpire
the spark between us, made her catch fire
and before i knew it, she was on the ground rollin
she rolled on a rug which was pretty d-mn clutch
what she rolled on was grape swisher dutch
she then blew away like smoke in the air
my eyes were red with a smile that didn’t care
i had no stress thanks to her death
but i knew i’d see her again
she’ll take me in her plane fly me real high
i’ll never forget you mary jane my baby
d-mn it feels good x2
d-mn it feels good to be a greeny

- green boys

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