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Weed Fix
Storm:
Weed Fix
I woke up in the morning and I got outta bed/
Something's not right is what I said/
Opened up a draw and my face became red/
I think I felt a tear about to be shed
I saw an empty bag of weed which made my day dead/
So I fled, picked up the celly right away
Said to my dealer I need a bag today/
He said OK, and in 20 minutes was at my front door/
Got the weed, gave the money and that was the score/
Got a good deal cause he believed I was poor/
When he left I realized I shoulda got some more/
But it was done, so I got me a philly/
Opened the bag o' weed which made my skin chilly/
It was silly, how badly I needed to get high/
Without this chronic I wouldn't be able to get by/
Cause theres shit in my life which makes me wanna cry/
If I didn't smoke bud I think I would die/
So I rolled a fat blunt which brought a smile to my face/
Put in a lot of weed just in case/
Smoked that shit slowly cause it ain't no race/
And then my body started feeling like it was in outer space/
I was high as a motherfucker happy as can be/
The shit I was feeling was sweeter than candy/
The weed made me feel like I was re-born/
But I know that when I get high I just turn into the Storm.
What do yall think?
This is my second write up.
Jimmy Cash:
was good for you second write up
just keep improving your skill
abstruse:
--- Quote from: Ill Logical on July 27, 2003, 06:12:01 PM ---was good for you second write up
just keep improving your skill
--- End quote ---
Proph aka ..::Konztrukt::..:
--- Quote from: Ill Logical on July 27, 2003, 06:12:01 PM ---was good for you second write up
just keep improving your skill
--- End quote ---
tru
Slim-x:
That Shit was Hella Cool Fo Real Dogg.
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