High in the Cemetery

Puff puff pass I love me some grave grass //Getting high in the cemetery Getting high in the cemetery// Getting high in a cemetery, next to grandpa’s grave Fuck the park; it’s full of fuck boy sex slaves I’m about to light it up When a big ass horse pulls up In a dark chocolate ‘67 Porsche (How much for a hand job?) Yo, I’m not some kind of slutty basic ho About to jack off a horse for a ride in yo po-shhhh Puff puff pass I love me some grave grass Getting high in the cemetery Getting high in the cemetery Then grandpa rises up from the ground He starts looking around (Yo Razz, pass that over here) I should tremble with fear But I don’t ‘Cuz I know something y’all don’t Grandpa was cremated And I don’t share my weed for free So it’s about to get NC-17 rated Puff puff pass I love me some grave grass Getting high in the cemetery Getting high in the cemetery "C’mon girl, give me some of that fine Turkish blend" But grandpa, you ain’t my friend So back to hell you must descend Unless you have some money to spend? Well, would this magic lamp work? I got it from Ataturk He lost it to me in backgammon You know grandpa’s game is slammin’ Puff puff pass I love me some grave grass Getting high in the cemetery Getting high in the cemetery I have some doubt Let me check this shit out How does it work? It’s easy, let me show you how Just give it a jerk Rub it up and down Then a great white genie will come out Okay, it seems legit I thought for a minute: I could probably buy more weed with it Puff puff pass I love me some grave grass Getting high in the cemetery Getting high in the cemetery (Oh, you guys are going to the store? Oh, let me get a pack of sour patches and a Snapple apple. Keep the change)