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IM so damn high ,i could cuddle with a cloud,

and just like that b.e.t family ,im pround

i never air out my shirt ,sticky puffa puffin loud

i feel good when i smoke , whats all the fuckin fussin bout

i wake up in the mourning ,wake and bake intill im baked

eyes lower than a snake, you could see it in my face

all i ever do is smoke like im the cheifer of my team

thats why my eyes close shut ,its like i sleep off in a dream.


black pictures

That girl mary got me runnin all over town
lookin for white green or purp but not never the brown
aint no racist just when im tokin' i like to taste it
thats why i vape it u can do urs in a bowl, bong or some papers
call me Oliver Douglas, im searchin for some green acres.
got buds so frosty n white youd swear they were glaciers.
Good gracious to see these hapless faces ud think they saw a spaceship
but they didnt...just a hita my shit n they got a little too faded
fuck you prissy anti smokers im tired of being berated.
lookin down while ur shits chemically created
but you dont care you didnt even look at it before you ate it
Too stupid to even realize in WW2 hemp saved us(if you're american)

MMMaaaaannnnnnn....


I stay blazed, what you say fades into the grey haze
As I try to maintain for those eight days which clouds vacate
My lungs, yelling may day, but they hold flavor, taking shots with no chaser
Alter mindstates more than any known taser, and quick to let you 'discard' and 'fold' haters
The definition of blown capers, smoke thick as fuck, causing you to cough, hack, spit and stuff
Twist the blunt, hit it rough, like you would anytime you put the dick to cunts, rippin sluts
Get it son! Northern lights to B.C., believe I'm high, you see me, IM SURE like a pile of seaweed
I'll smile like 'he's geeked', all the while I chief chief, I'm sky, so fly til I sleep deep...


Idk, I was bored lol.

i puff kush till my eyes are closed
2 blunts after 2 blunts then a large fries and coke
insense to disguise the smoke, then we rolling some more
got the blunts ready ... why aren't you closing the door??
now i'm acting a fool, like Chapelle in half baked
but i love everything bout mary jane, even the smell her ass make

Passin blunts excessively, after we hit the special tree
Smoke in the mist, covered as we making loops especially
The series of loops lessen, like a coil is reduced
But we can't stop 'hitting that shit' like toilet abuse
All the mention of tension, is no more an attendant
And the curses from persons is now no more of a burden

i can't smoke but you know i dream of hitting-bongs
so i imagine highs in written-songs to get-along
its been-to-long since i tasted that sweet stativa
fiending with a fever dreams of blunts wrapping cheeba
weed i need ya but i can't have ya I'm an out law
an your outlawed so i can only wait for a cotton mouth jaw

She's the Muhammad to my Liston, knocks me the fuck out
Grab a dope track and listen as I gut the blunt out
I get blazed with thick haze, Is this shit laced?
I get dazed by M-J, man this shit's great.
Spins started, feel retarded, just stuck in the air.
Only I can get me high, bitch I'm Smokin The Bear
Spittin rhymes, Flippin dimes, Puff pass and recline
Gettin mine, on the grind, flip the tape and rewind
I got that hydroponic tonic with some gin and ice
Feel supersonic on that chronic hits my head like lice
Smoke till I die, riding high, puttin pen to verse
Wings lit I'll fly, be in the sky, from the cradle to hearse

I stay with that loud, like the bang before the gun smoke
If you see a cloud above my head, you know am skyscraping, gone off another toke
Keep the coke, keep the pills, i'd rather stay chilled with a kush blunt
Keep the jewls, keep the cars, I'd rather spend money on weed then tryna stunt
Eye lid's stay openly closed, smoke screen so you can't see
Fuck the recession, weed prices rise but I still pay the fee
I gotta bake when I wake, like Red n Meth How High can I be
Ask scientist at NASA if they can see me.

Yo .. I twist and hit sticks like Madden
Grip tha tip of tha shit bleedin' reson on my lips
So pathetic then I slip into manic like sessions
Then I get high and feel fine that's my anti-die-present
It's organic tha feeling tha plant from planet I call Earth
When god sprinkled tha seeds he left scattared in tha dirt
Pass it dog don't purp, we passin on tha purp
A sober life is fucked up so tha passion was reversed
To an action later cursed like we even gave a fuck
I eyezz bleed like paper cuts then later tuck my nuts in what?//
Fuck all of that dog
It's a subtle approach to hear me mubblin' on
Hittin a fatty while my bitch sits here and bubbles a bong
We get in huddles like bums or academic athletics
Callin a time out, jus to hit on my medicine
Or lettuce whatever fetish is havin you high
We call it fitties in tha Nati time is passin us by
We droppin paper for sacks no Kroger bag
.. Know I'm madd till that smoke hits my inner lungs then a bigger buzz till I come down and need ta' hit it again cuzz//

Real blunt heads know how to roll
Anti smokers teach'em how to fold
So braggadoshious maybe it's caused by the dro
'N to be honest i dont give a fuck if you blow smoke
I'm up in it all day till my dieing day
They call that smoke till ya croak with a haze
Taste that good shit 'n you won't call it crap
People saying i'm on drugs must be smoking crack
1 gram split it in 4 and i got hours of laughs
You drunk mothafuckas could never do that
When I got a OZ, it's a party you can't match
I'm outha my mind almost trippin bout the facts
Y'all non believers should be set straight
even with a nameless 8th it's the best blind date
But A perfect 10 everytime I hit it back to back
keepin it up all day never a 1 minute man to put it bluntly like that

might as well of put my name in the title,
high as hell puttin my mind into bibles,
write stacks on stacks of paper,
broke but roll up wraps or paper,
i love sticky leaves, rents tell me its poison ivy,
stressin at the life that i lead,
resin on all uh my ID's,
run outta weed n scrape my piece,
then my grinder,
lookin for a clip prayin i find one,
shit, i just want my mind gone
then hit the fridge for sumthin to dine on
ima pot heaaadddd

my mind stays sky high,
half blind cant see out my damn eyes,
got me chinky lookin slanted vison why lie,
get the blunt again and im still hittin i feel fine,
4 blunts and a big bowl pack now im feelin nice,
laughin at the sound of reality gigglin at life,

i plan to stay at the bottom of this cyph,
im at my peak but it fits right?
look at the name, take a whiff of game,
when u real u recognize lame,
but accept people all the same,
im so far up i connect with the bottom,
feel i have ideas of tomorrow,
futuristic flow, feel free to borrow

-- Sat Nov 19, 2011 12:10 pm --

recognize weed abuse as a problem,
so much so i forgot the topic..
i guess my peak dont fit,
my sess wreak,
towel unda the door and close it,
foul odor, so full the bag wont zip
not mad, i dont trip,
laces tied, brain fried
chicken craving drive me crazy
put on cook hat n an apron

Menu rolls the pine to stoke his mind,
With two bowls behind, a smokin line,
I choke, it's fine, my throat's divine,
Indo designed through hope and time,
Get the Garcia broke the gar and me elope,
To steepest slopes, far and deep we blow,
Unarmed we beat ghosts of stresses we know,
Blessed with green hopes, hope the tree's dope...

blah blah blah lol I'm too high for this

Blaze til im retarded ...or departed ...
The highest in the room i'l get personally rewarded ...
That's me Wut do I get!!??...
I life time supply of chicken n grits...
I got the munchies Im needin a fix..
I'm livin wit pricks...
that always hide food wen I'm gettin high as a bitch...
I'm all in ur fridge ...
N then POOF I'm gone...
I'm. Back in my room snackin n takin hits from the bong..
Watchin cheech n Chong...
Then I pass out...
Woke up this mournin NO WEED IM ASSED OUT!!..
fuck ThaT I got the lick on thee trap house...

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