[Intro: Sam Lachow]
This goes out to my Seattle friends
It's not just about blunts, y'know?
This goes out to everyone I kicked it with in town, dead or alive
I'm livin' in New York right now, but I had to, had to come to Seattle just to record this one
This one's for the Central district

[Hook: Ariana DeBoo]
I remember it all so clean
I remember the grass so green
I picture these things in my swisher sweet dreams
I remember it all like it was yesterday
And now it seems
I only picture these things in my swisher sweet dreams

[Verse 1: Sam Lachow]
I smell blunt smoke, that swisher smell is so nostalgic
You got a buck, I'll break it up
It's like it's automatic, gotta have it
I smell Seattle as soon as we take it out the wrap
Zonin', Martin Luther King and cherry, I'm home
Little kids around the hood makin' me feel hella grown
It's been a minute, I've been gone, but I still call 'em my own
Down the hill, I feel the valley livin' deep within me
I turn a corner and I'm half expecting to see Quincy
But instead I see a kid just like him
I shake my head and take a sip and pour out the rest of the bottle
I might buy the kid a swisher 'cause I know how it is
Give 'em dat 'cause I don't know if I'll see him around tomorrow
Many men pinchin' pennies on skinny grams
Buncha rappers peeking out corners of Ryan's minivan
And each one's got a story to tell, yeah everyone's got a story to tell, and I remember it all

[Hook: Ariana DeBoo]
I remember it all so clean
I remember the grass so green
I picture these things in my swisher sweet dreams
I remember it all like it was yesterday
And now it seems
I only picture these things in my swisher sweet dreams

[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
I walk around Madrona, hit the bench at [?]
And expect to see a blue, two-tone [?] parked in it
Spot blunts sparked in, smoke creepin' out the car window
Lots of hoes hittin' Sully's celly for a spot to go
Smokin' sweets, ridin' bikes
I remember smokin' blunts with the homies after my first fight
Analyzing every swing that I struck
We played it up like it was more than it was, it was important to us
'Cause memories are all we have in a way
And these years will be remembered as the good old days, like
The time that Quincy let us fire his pistol
He taught us how to be a G 'cause that's the shit we was into
Or the time we squared up with kids from Roosevelt High
And Sully knocked out that dude for being a tough guy
Man, I must admit, I miss that high school beef
And those swishers makin' life so sweet

[Hook: Ariana DeBoo & Sam Lachow]
I remember it all so clean
I remember the grass so green
I picture these things in those swisher sweet dreams
Like it was yesterday
And now it seems
I picture these things in those swisher sweet dreams
We all live good when we all get riches
And we all look back at when we all smoked swishers
But for now, all we can do is fuckin' picture these things
Close our eyes and remember in our swisher sweet dreams
We all live good when we all get riches
And we all think back at when we all smoked swishers
But for now, all we can do is fuckin' picture these things
Close our eyes and remember in our swisher sweet dreams

[Outro: Sam Lachow]
A city with a needle and a couple good men
A few good schools and a few good friends in the town
And maybe one or two pounds sent from the town
And maybe one best pal, yeah, Meggy Brown
I'm just sayin' right here on the mic that those were the most important years of my life
And now I got this new Manhattan sound but find myself Seattle bound
I'm ready sergeant, drop me in the center of this battleground
B-fam, what's poppin?
Valley Hood, what's good?
Round, round with Sully Chill, now I call her Sullyville
Sully was the king, I guess that means somebody had to do it
Sully ran the town and now he's gone, so what's gon' happen to it? Well I don't want no part in that but still, that's where my heart is at And I don't want a heart attack
Maybe I'll go for all the rap
Autograph and starter caps, livin' in the life
But really, I just want my partner back