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Stoner Dude

What day is it where we at, where is

the **** were you trying to smoke

my cat??

 

I see things through glassed eyes,

my mouth has the hunger, but I'm

to ****** to drive, Whats in the fridge

in the cupboard, f*ck it i can make a

munchie feast out of that.

 

I smoke with friends or when alone, i,ll

smoke in the dark room the spliff my

only light I see "wow look at those trails...

 

I have speed dial on my phone 1 is my

frindly dealer who delivers to my home,

2,3,4 take away pardise they no what I

want when ever I phone.

 

I,m a stoner there is no mistake, I will

always be happy unless my **** does

get braked, and if my phone battery dies

no mucnchies, no smoke, I couldn't deal

with that, "wow look at the pretty lights,

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