The art of peer pressure.

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One blunt , two blunts. We smoke.
Before the second reach the part where it is a roach.
We roll.
The last one for road so we walk.
We talk about our problems till we get thirsty
Then we buy ourselves pure codeine
And Xanax for the pain.
I took one, he popped for four
See the the difference in our eyes
I'm high, he is zooted. Fact is we both gliding.
Feel the turbulence.
We are not on planet earth.
No gravity is in course.
We do it with no course or destination.
Live now to die later.
Smile now then cry later
That is our motto.

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