Sativa

Four walls one couch
Four bros one pound
Dense smoke in this house
Light stoners start passing out
While real stoners laugh
Then roll more loud
Literally we're in a cloud
My thoughts end up in lost and found
If you got some cash
You can get some hash
If you got some cash
you'll smoke some dank
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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