Lyrics

[INTRO]
Ayo, gather 'round, let me tell you 'bout our man,
His name’s Lawan, got a joint in hand,
Chillin' on the block, always got that smile,
When it comes to good vibes, he’s the style file!

[VERSE 1]
Lawan’s rollin' like a boss with the green leaf,
Got that sticky-icky, no room for grief,
“Where we goin’?” I ask, he shrugs with flair,
“Just to the corner store, man, I need some air!”
Puffin' on clouds, like he’s in a balloon,
Laughin’ so hard, we forget the noon.
“Pass the Dutchie,” he shouts with glee,
But he’s grabbin’ my snacks like it's free-for-thee!

[CHORUS]
Lawan, oh Lawan, king of the high,
Rollin' through life, with the sky as his tie,
Chillin' with weed, not a worry in sight,
Laughin’ at nonsense, everything feels right.

[VERSE 2]
We hit up the park, got the munchies for days,
“Pass me the chips!” – man, he’s set to blaze,
Thought he was deep, but he's stuck in a stare,
“Dude, do dogs think? Is that even fair?”
The way he philosophizes, man, it’s pure gold,
Like a stoned Socrates, or so I’m told.
His logic goes wild, like a cat on a chase,
Can’t argue with laughter, it’s a wild-goose race!

[CHORUS]
Lawan, oh Lawan, king of the high,
Rollin' through life, with the sky as his tie,
Chillin' with weed, not a worry in sight,
Laughin’ at nonsense, everything feels right.

[BRIDGE]
Yo, Lawan, light it up, let’s embrace the vibe,
With every puff, feels like we’re on a ride,
Skittles and dreams, we’re floating away,
Who needs reality? We’ll just stay in play.

[CHORUS]
Lawan, oh Lawan, king of the high,
Rollin' through life, with the sky as his tie,