Flyin'

We all get high.. Why not write about it

glass on glass on glass on glass

i've never spent my money so fast

i smoke because the things in my past

fall back, with a bowl & a snack

kush coma

the green covers the red

love in my bed

give you thought, give him head

blunt after blunt after blunt after blunt

The drugs I do, it doesn't mean i'm dumb

It doesnt mean im not fun

I just wanna be done

With the pain

So I get numb

 

The End

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