The little thing
i like to smoke
my best friend told me
it was called dope
They told me to inhale
and hold it in tight
the pressure in my head
a hazy little light
Now im sittin chill
cant help but laugh
my sister on the floor passed out
a taco in her hand
next stop is burger king
i want a big ol' shake
to wash this good ol' feeling down
and make me feel awake
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