weed and records (eng)

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wanna come over
no emojis, no reason, no question mark
yet it doesn't feel hexed

for once I know
they want me
to actually come
and it's not just for show

little bags of green gold
lung-filling smoke
and the buzz of flying
these nights never get old

crack, crack, crack
go the little lines
of the ancient record
spinning tastefully in the back

laughing so hard we cry
or maybe we dont
but no-one will ever know
nonetheless our hearts are tied

1 new text:
w & r it reads
no emojis, no reason, no question mark
thats exactly what we do next

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