Tag: stoner
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Upright Now
Nothing nice about sobriety Christ, I miss the highness When it rained, I realized my crown was made of paper It sagged, warped, then melted away, my pride faded I was getting faded daily Hacking up stubborn lugies then mortaring them over the railing Every day toking cutting down the tree of me The worms…
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Aroving Asmoking Abush
A roving I’ll go but avoiding roads and no pair of brown eyes My black boots in the mud turn to brown brogues I’m drinking more than three of the Pogues White smoke from a spliff of white widow Like the bush elected a new pope.