Permatwacked

He gave u wings and made you fly...
He showed us different ways to get high
He belonged in a legend lane and earned his respect. his futire had no middle beginning  or end. My friend we shoot to the moon and back to the air was so good we laugh at the shadows we see in woods and gnomes would steal our lighters and keys and the spirits of past addicts came to visit.. We would  talk to  walls and go in buddys to our bathroom stalls...we would say we were god and we believed in the flight.. But after all that you still came to my house and we would make tin man watchers hats to ve alien wave blockers and a siver tin fishing pole to fish for our buzz while we counted our money and waiting to get more u were telling us the way you flew its just a bit  of crazy with nike red shoes... U skate on the streets lije riding with wheels... And you paint the pucture of a artist with drug skills
Im not saying ur how did you make a crack in time and become absent for the rest of my life... Its pride im saying is not here anymore)u got ur wings today and im permanently gone.. Bc no more players can fight for your seat because the vworld is fried and have you friends who are all outta whack and we can never get it back... U created a feeling called permatwacked its a flight for tge experienced and flew with crystal wings and when it matter to u that you were si high its the place  you should be when your doing it right... Be brave be loved be free bc he was a glimpse of awesome world harmony he was Joey p bryant a soul of crazy things its a whole world it tweekers and funny weird things he made us all part if his dreans... Goodbye my new bestie your words have never left me im forever your Bizcut and your forever my friend we will smoke a bowl in heaven some say ill shiw you tbe stuff you missec and we walk all over the place and remember a word describing a feeling of smack its a feirce world of being permatwacked.