A Blunt

Yo partner let me get a blunt 
Smoking on something strong 
We ain't pulling no stunt 
One puff and you cough something must be wrong 

Grabba that down really nice 
So when you draw you eye be bloody 
Like it really depend on you life 
A tell you this joint will take away you stress and worry

We smoking a pound weed in a day 
Couple bottle a liquor and some sprite 
Keep the weed coming I say
By the end of the night you feel right 

Is the weed me a smoke
Make me feel me a float
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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