Yearn to Burn

Ya know I’m yearning

To burn it

When the sun comes up

Hey!

Ya know I’m yearning

To burn it

When the sun comes up

Hey!

Open the door

And hear the blue bird sing

My eyes wide open

To get my vitamin D

I breathe deep

So I get real high

The weed from my lungs

The only cloud in the sky

I wake and bake

That’s how I operate

A lighter and some paper

And I’ll roll a little shake

Gotta give thanks

To my irie homie Nate

He’s the one that taught me

How to roll a perfect J

Ya know I’m yearning

To burn it

When the sun comes up

Hey!

Ya know I’m yearning

To burn it

When the sun comes up

Hey!

Open the jar

Oh no! I'm running outta green

Stoners raise your hands

If you’ve become a ganja fiend

I smoke an ounce

Like every single week

I hope I'm getting paid in weed

Or else Im on the street

Gotta get ripped

Before the burning of the sun

Packing little bongies

Till the garbage man comes

Im not awake

Till I have my frosty purps

Smack me in the face

With the Expendaberry terps

Ya know I’m yearning

To burn it

When the sun comes up

Hey!

Ya know I’m yearning

To burn it

When the sun comes up

Hey!

Ya know I yearn, yearn

To burn, burn

When the sun comes up