I'm smokin
We don't talk much, the feelings mutual
Told her gon' head break down that tree
She said one blunt but baby how bout three?
Let's get high once more baby, please
I know you, you like to play n tease
Got that bottle too
I know you, yes I do
And you're prolly mad I ain't got two
Remember yelling till lungs turn blue
Now we just get high, to get by
And despite all you did, this chemistry don't lie
Got a dozen unknowns blowing you up
Yeah blowing me while ur man askin wassup
It's just who you are, I can't hate a weed whore
Cause we get high, we fuck, then you're headed out the door
YOU ARE READING
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شِعر'22-'23 works, mostly "situationships" or reminiscent of the toxicity this life can bring. All are my truths and it's a lot about smoking weed
