fly with me
Aint it rude when
I anticipate moves
Breaking rules
Under my own laws
Rolling blunts like logs
Smoking out in public
Other stoners love it
And if you don't smoke
You'll never know what
Drives me down this road I'm on
I own
All alone my soul feels like it has wings
When I die hopefully angels fly with me
Take that climb with me
Get high with me

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