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Jun 2013
It all started out innocently enough,
Shooting the breeze,
Smoking the stuff.
"Let's get outta here."
"Yeah! Lets take the *******."
"Where we going?"
Don't know.
"How long we gonna be?"
Don't care.
Wherever we go
I guess we'll be there.
So we rolled up the joints,
Rolled the windows down,
Lit that **** up
And got the **** outta town.
Written by
James Wisp
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