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Smoke Weed Everyday

I remember the days of the purple haze,
back then I was a laze, 4 20,
all the way through my twenties,
bank account empty,
10 bag, 20 bag, Henry the 8th,
your daughter,
the Mary Jane game, 
I smoked more than I oughta.
Blunts in the ride, windows up,
hot box inside, cough it up,
choke from the smoke
I'm the bloke that's broke.
King L's, different smells,
didn't need cocaine to entertain my brain,
well maybe when the Polish weed came,
putting glass in to improve weight,
you instantly knew that's weed you hate.
Boozey nights out always ended the same,
hit after hit on that bong,
booze and weed is so wrong.
I smoked weed everyday,
now it's a memory
and I don't remember anything,
well the first time, and the first green,
I was as high as a duck during the best days my life's seen.

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