weed

how could you pass me that fucking bong

you know it makes me sick

and how much shit it puts me thru

every time i think of you

it make me want another one or maybe two

just to go thru a stick in a week or just in another free style

i must be day dreaming again

 

 

 

 

 

i was gonna take a walk thru the bushers

to find myself a new wild dog sitting thinking again that my dad had to come

Now its up to the little brother to make something out of his life to become

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Diplomatic immunity from critiful prosecution aint gonna last from

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

 

 

 

 

 

I'd rather kill myself before seeing what monster what i've become

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom fuckin come//

Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum

nah its just voilent j drinking all that rum with his bong and another fucked up song

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

Long ago you were gone while i steered the car on a route imaginary all along and hit the curve

and crashed bleed to death

Carefree i don’t need the stress