Reggae blastin'.
I'm already lost.
Buddy pulls out his ****
It'll leave me tossed.
Will it push me over the edge?
I take one hit. I fall off the ledge...
Hooo-ah. Woah Mang.
That was quite some hit.
Woke up the next mornin' covered in ****
Reggae
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Reggae blastin'.
I'm already lost.
Buddy pulls out his ****
It'll leave me tossed.
Will it push me over the edge?
I take one hit. I fall off the ledge...
Hooo-ah. Woah Mang.
That was quite some hit.
Woke up the next mornin' covered in ****
Reggae
Moral of the story: Know your limits.
I smell like **** right now.
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