Peace...
*holds up two fingers spreaded away from each other*
I get high on the air around me,
I even get high when I'm packed with heat,
I get high just from the memory,
I love grass that can be burned in the breeze
I love my Hanazee
I love the drunks that live on my street
I'm starting a beat,
About weed my favorite afternoon treat
Oh boy this will be neat!!!!!
Ok that was corny,but i was high when I did it.~~~
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