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There once was a person who was old,
Who stole a leprechaun's pot of gold,
So the latter kicked him hard
And he flew across a yard,
And then there's a wind that's very cold.
So here is a story about how I became oblivious to addiction
with a substance I've been told was something God had gifted
and a gift it was for a while at least
no sense of pain and time's existance just ceased
tank on E but i got that stank on me
gassed up in this bitch is you higher than me?
got a pack a swish a bowl and home made bongs
fast food fried nigga im dipped like a sunday cone
Is it that easy? You shoot up, the pants come down. You get your money’s worth. I’ll leave the gain. Rusty lemon types, sour and boney. Like larvae, comfortable and worry-free. Days tick tick, living under a spell.
The first woman I ever loved
She definitely came from the heavens above
How else can you be so perfect?
The way you smell
Sometimes you even have those little red and orange hairs
mary be that ho3 u get with time and time again
lucy be that classy broad who be makin u wonder if u are jus playing fraud
on yourself.
yes of course thats what i mean
aint that obscene?
i got da weed thata make u ease
the cheese that radiates indigo beams
dope that lets u cope
with reality. in actuality
reality may not even be real
we r just trapped in a bag
and life is the seel.
