The class was in session,I grabbed a hold of my ElProducto..I commence to blow..
with a mellow flow..I lie Low in complete control..the smoke carries me through
make believe..a village with time on it's hands,where I drift..into tunnel vision..the room starts to spin..light years away from what starts to make itself the habit I know nothing about..the water starts turning to wine..the taste has no flavor or guarantees..whats spinning outta yo'mind.. bottle tops and groups of ex head baggers..performs the hill street blues theme song..while i forget my name..rank and serial number to dutch..2 master..sons and daughter alike..where theres more than that came from..where we get lifted..where I fly..sore like a bird in the sky..sniffing what takes another hit..kicks ass..now I become the lace for crack parties..dancing to your body feeds me..so..let's get with the program..
taking that hit..completing that urge..what attempts splifts 2 repeat..what knows ain't right..so what makes believe..I get high..play right along on a case and point..the victim..whose wrong and release a cig instead of a mind being fried..scrambled..served in times of trouble..I know not what i'm doing...but know what i'm doing..am I forgiven or does the hit still play 33/3rd..the sound of music backwards..satanic boost..telling..the high..it feels good..more than a reason 2 clean what's sober..a head of it's time..be fore it's over..b laced..blow it all away..WOOLEY BLUNT..no thanks..I QUIT..CREATE
The class was in session,I grabbed a hold of my ElProducto..I commence to blow..
with a mellow flow..I lie Low in complete control..the smoke carries me through
make believe..a village with time on it's hands,where I drift..into tunnel vision..the room starts to spin..light years away from what starts to make itself the habit I know nothing about..the water starts turning to wine..the taste has no flavor or guarantees..whats spinning outta yo'mind.. bottle tops and groups of ex head baggers..performs the hill street blues theme song..while i forget my name..rank and serial number to dutch..2 master..sons and daughter alike..where theres more than that came from..where we get lifted..where I fly..sore like a bird in the sky..sniffing what takes another hit..kicks ass..now I become the lace for crack parties..dancing to your body feeds me..so..let's get with the program..
taking that hit..completing that urge..what attempts splifts 2 repeat..what knows ain't right..so what makes believe..I get high..play right along on a case and point..the victim..whose wrong and release a cig instead of a mind being fried..scrambled..served in times of trouble..I know not what i'm doing...but know what i'm doing..am I forgiven or does the hit still play 33/3rd..the sound of music backwards..satanic boost..telling..the high..it feels good..more than a reason 2 clean what's sober..a head of it's time..be fore it's over..b laced..blow it all away..WOOLEY BLUNT..no thanks..I QUIT..CREATE
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