Smoking

by plastic butterfly   Nov 15, 2007


The night lives on
As I toke on the bong
Hanging with my bro
You already know
Listening to tha rap
Hit hit hitting tha bat
Inhaling dat smoke
to the very last toke
Better hope I don't choke
For the weed is da bomb
Yeah we be smoking with our mom
Sitting in our room
Thinking about all this doom
Smoking is what we do
I know you love it too
We are the party
People come to us
Juss like old times
Whispering in those wind chimes
Smokings what we live for
Damn we need more

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