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relax
I need a way to relax
I sit and recline the chair way back
Try to clear my head
Wish my thoughts would just go dead
Loosen my belt, undo my pants
Reach in my pocket I have a plan
Pull out a baggie with some weed
Enough for a joint is all I need
I roll it up tight, give it a lick
Just rolled myself a happy stick
I get out the lighter it starts to burn
The color of my eyes start to turn
My eyelids are heavy, my mouth is dry
I wanted to relax now I don’t even have to try
The thoughts in my head have changed that’s clear
But the thoughts of hunger are getting near
You think you would plan ahead
But I guess half my brain cells are dead
I get out of the chair to find some food
Doesn’t matter what when you’re in this mood
I’ll everything without a peep
Get back in the chair and fall asleep
I sit and recline the chair way back
Try to clear my head
Wish my thoughts would just go dead
Loosen my belt, undo my pants
Reach in my pocket I have a plan
Pull out a baggie with some weed
Enough for a joint is all I need
I roll it up tight, give it a lick
Just rolled myself a happy stick
I get out the lighter it starts to burn
The color of my eyes start to turn
My eyelids are heavy, my mouth is dry
I wanted to relax now I don’t even have to try
The thoughts in my head have changed that’s clear
But the thoughts of hunger are getting near
You think you would plan ahead
But I guess half my brain cells are dead
I get out of the chair to find some food
Doesn’t matter what when you’re in this mood
I’ll everything without a peep
Get back in the chair and fall asleep
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