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Jan 2016
I'm so high I could look a giraffe in the eye.
ill pass birds like hi and goodbye.
on my hippy **** like dreads and tie dye
smoking early in the morning, call it catching a red eye.
and I just brought a new meaning to flying high.
Written by
luis marcus fernandez  tallahassee
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