Chillin’ with my friends
Smoking our lives away
Everything is okay
Skipping lines all around
Blipping lines soon surround
Shaking knees, am I cold?
On this idea, I am sold
Great understanding – know each other
Infallible cannibus makes us brothers
Tools work my borderline dilemma
Fuzzy trip-ailed retinas
Paying a price
Is my prize
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