Weed Man

Come get high off of me. The weed's seed isn't the need you need, but a fix you feed with a fantasy.

I be he that hemp can't see, that green can't be, that tree can't free. That can I bust into thee, of lust and thrust in you from me.

What must that hit try to sooth can not compare when I'm in you that sticky roll is strictly you when this d!ck done what it do. You want to fly chix, I do too no need for plane or Jane for two. The trip's the same forth rendezview, when this tip's came in your brew.

What I choose, Mary can't do when I groove you that roach won't move. That ganja ain't gotchu like my tool, when I hit that spot your mind you'll lose. When you puff me you won't pass no huff is like me tap'n a$$ you wanna get lifted, float and get splifted, toke and get rifted while I'm gifted with these

I'll help you find peace that heats  and binds you, receiving me will start to align you, soaring high is how I'll find you while giving on your knees.

No red in your pupils no stretch of that plant, no fiend'n you'll due till you stand with a slant. There's nothing that flower do that I can't, come get high off of me and breath in this man.