sitting here stoend out of my mind
takeing a trip back in time
whell the music playes
and the singetr singes
i sit abck an dream of happy tiems dude it so good to be stoned
the best felling in the world
i leve u knwo with one of my most favert lyrics in the world
Lord must have his medicine, plenty yellow purple syrup
Purest herb, very perved, feel superb, to the curb
Snotting up them railroad tracks, mack having a heart-attack
Take a Xanex, put it back, bitches bout to get attacked
Sometimes I may get down with the crystal methamphetamine
Niggas stay up early, I will strain my eyes on your high beams no such thing as of it i stay high as fuck
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