all stoner are the same we see society what we live in today
So we say f**k it
Grad a lighter and a boil run to the mid east and puff puff until we
think we are in Disney Land
Wake up in the morning to watch the tanerine sky
People say it bad
Stoner say it is good
Bring peace to the nation
make eye red as the coke tripping like your last friday
Will be dive ur last day after it over you wish it was our last high
all over again
Bud green as grass smoke through the weed look at the star
Think it is aliens in the sky hope god is watching our back
Willing we do our thing sit in my room , hotboxing it
Until i can hardly breathe and a cloud is comin out of my room
See a cop and make a run for the woods
Drug dog smell the chronic i hear barking in the distance
See patrol on the high way make a run for fun to the bridge when you
though you got away with it
They are tracking you from behind ur back
On the ground cuffs on ur wrist then u know ur caught for the night.
we come from Shiprock NM
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