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I let the THC take the reigns
As my mind is numbed, I dissect my brain
A surgeon
My brain is far from an easy one to work on
It's full of ideals and morals I truly believe
That have significant importance to me but it seems
There are few I haven't broken
Fuck it this joint's coming back around I'll have a toke an
Drift off, let out a cough
Submerge my brain into even higher thought
Imagine if a kangaroo court was actually ran by marsupials
Man those creatures are beautiful
But I digress
This is the shit I think about to relive my stress
But right now everything's blessed
Sitting in my room
Me and my boys just inhaling the fumes
This is our weekend and this is how we choose to spend it
Until I get too high and have to end it
But right now I can't see the end
The week was long and this is how we mend
Smoking marijuna
Thinking who'd win a fight
A shark, or piranhas?
Take another hit, now I'm in the Bahamas
Not in my room,
I've escaped the fumes
A hammock,
Solitude on a golden beach
A sound penetrates my sleep
The sound that my iPhone amits
To raise me from my pit
Back to the real world
On a bus before sunrise, trying to eye up any girls on the way to college
But to my knowlage
Most don't start 'til nine
Maybe I'll get 'em next time.
As my mind is numbed, I dissect my brain
A surgeon
My brain is far from an easy one to work on
It's full of ideals and morals I truly believe
That have significant importance to me but it seems
There are few I haven't broken
Fuck it this joint's coming back around I'll have a toke an
Drift off, let out a cough
Submerge my brain into even higher thought
Imagine if a kangaroo court was actually ran by marsupials
Man those creatures are beautiful
But I digress
This is the shit I think about to relive my stress
But right now everything's blessed
Sitting in my room
Me and my boys just inhaling the fumes
This is our weekend and this is how we choose to spend it
Until I get too high and have to end it
But right now I can't see the end
The week was long and this is how we mend
Smoking marijuna
Thinking who'd win a fight
A shark, or piranhas?
Take another hit, now I'm in the Bahamas
Not in my room,
I've escaped the fumes
A hammock,
Solitude on a golden beach
A sound penetrates my sleep
The sound that my iPhone amits
To raise me from my pit
Back to the real world
On a bus before sunrise, trying to eye up any girls on the way to college
But to my knowlage
Most don't start 'til nine
Maybe I'll get 'em next time.
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