April 20th
It’s 4/20…
yeah I’m rolling it tight
Fingers kinda sticky,
got that smell on me right
Grind it down slow,
let it fall just right
That first spark hit different
in the quiet of night
Pull in deep…
let it sit in my chest
Hold it a second
like I’m giving it rest
Then I breathe it out,
watch the smoke drift away
Like all the little things
I ain’t tryna hold today
Pass it to myself,
yeah I don’t need a crowd
Just me and this blunt
and my thoughts getting loud
Eyes getting low but my mind
getting clear
Funny how the haze
make the real feel near
Rebeltease… still me,
just slowed down a bit
Ash on my fingers,
lips tasting the hit,
It ain’t even about
being gone or pretend
It’s me, my weed…
and a moment to mend ??
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