I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch
I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.
You niggas under cars you should be unemployed
Im trying to keep my vibes good by puffing on this joint,
I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,
When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep
Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed
I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Smacked him in the jaw knocked the joint out of his mouth
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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