"Yearn To Burn" lyrics
Geoff Weers & Kash'd Out Lyrics
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 I'm on the street
Gotta get ripped
Before the burning of the sun
Packing little bongies
Till the garbage man comes
I'm 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
Oh yeah I yearn, yearn
To burn, burn
When the sun comes up
[?]
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
Oh yeah I yearn, yearn
To burn, burn
When the sun comes up
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 I'm on the street
Gotta get ripped
Before the burning of the sun
Packing little bongies
Till the garbage man comes
I'm 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
Oh yeah I yearn, yearn
To burn, burn
When the sun comes up
[?]
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
Oh yeah I yearn, yearn
To burn, burn
When the sun comes up
