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Strawberry delight in my blunt The glass is for the hash that I blaze when I stunt Money sack on my back enough for a twenty pack an I'm done Mendo dollars rolled Mad funds Left the club like...
White lines for sadness and sorrow. Blue pills for never ending joy. No one ever gives a shit. If you're a man or boy. Always the money. It's all for the wealth. You can sniff it or shoot it.
I've got a friend Who never used to believe in god We used to smoke weed in the evening and speak a lot And get lean at a scenic spot What a dream but he'd preach how it's weak and we need to...
Rock and roll. Tats and bowls. Money is the mission. till this society falls. Rats and roaches. Prisons and people poachers. Lost children roam the streets. Lace your mental atop these beats.
Cannabis madness Rasta barbarian, axe aside the mattress Solid lead foot hits your back stress. Hard rocks finish best Still these baiters wanna test Betcha never seen , a Clark kent like me .
#songcompetition 38 years and I've been dancing in a field, With all the vagabonds, the sinners, the children and the thieves.
Yesterday I could have cried, I'm 38 years old and I spent the last 4 days dancing in a field in Hampshire, Surrounded by kids with their bad manners and instant gratification, Surrounded by...
Numb me with anything. Don't let anyone tell you no. The face of this world, is everything I hate. Keep it away from my house, man. This town is all despise, it's all I want to kill.
I keep em screaming puff puff pass. Ounces, grams 2 an empty bag. Like wait...how u supposed 2 function, when I put it on u daily. Got u going craze when I go deep,.
*16+ parental advisory etc etc. Champagne cocaine ritalin. Kiss me on my mouth baby you're my vitamin. Look beyond the mess that we're both living in. Look beyond the mess because I'm giving in.
You buy it. You smell it. You burn it. You sprinkle it. You roll it. You lick it. You roll it again. You light it. You smoke it. You pass it. You receive it. You stub it. You hear voices.
I think it's getting kind of hard to give a shit about it at all. saw a homeless today. he was in the forest finger painting on paper plates. naturally I walked up to him.
* Had this for a while and forgot about it, lol.