Sip & Stroke

May 2, 2021

Take a sip as we slide, vibe , and we trip

over nothing forreal. Getting mind, body high

the whole deal thrills, having no full ideal. Munchiess, anemia giving me chills

I can't deal

But we can kick back and sip a little and stroke

then sip a little mo'

smoke all in the air, but I just want some mo'

running with wind, free me and my woes.

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