I sit at home and sigh
thinking of getting high
I truly don't know why
I wanna get so high
Off to the coffee shop
with a little skip and hop
I walk in the door
Every one looks at the floor
I get my bag of cannabis
Feelings of joy and bliss
Flood through my head
thinking of that last joint in bed.
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