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High

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The lighter sparks a flame scorching the end of this blunt
Inhaling, pulling the Mary Jane into my lungs
My eyes scrunched together as take my hit
Releasing the blunt, blowing smoke from lungs

High.

Minutes have flown by and I feel the high
My eyes becoming blood shot, head thumping
All my muscles are relaxed as I sit here and think
The roads in my mind traffic jammed, head thumping

High.

The posters on my wall sparking various thoughts
Those thoughts opening up doors, my mind spewing open
That girl really was bitch today at work, and
The government was behind 9/11 now that I think about it, my mind spewing open

High.

As my body sits on this red vintage couch
And I reach to to smoke out the gas mask
It reminds me of war and its true purpose
Now it's my bong, time to smoke out of the gas mask

High.

Finishing my second blunt, my high at its maximum
My eyes become heavy, my head begins to hangs
Slowly drifting off into the world of sleep
My eyes shut and my head hangs

High.
Written by lashawnscott92 (Visual Lyricist)
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