Stoned be grand Stoned be grand Weed be beautiful Here i stand joint in hand and the feeling's mutual
Cannilingus on a home made bong refreshing smog that does no wrong its beauty shines and sings a song and i smile, and kiss my home made bong
Words cannot express our bond, for you once were mine silent enemy. and over time ive grown quite fond, of the many things you teach me and of eating cream and honey
how do you know? how to make me cry? how to make me dance? how to love me as a child? how to teach me who i am?
and now be thy turn upon thy post be wary of your mind and of your thought be brother or be enemy to which i love the most are they friend, these things that you have been tought?
brothers always come back together, if more showwed the love, we all would be so much better rub a dub dub lol
Just got stoned..... Sittin here horny as fuck..... Gotta find a girl that wants ta get boned..... Would that just be my luck..... Found me a girl..... Looked like a jew..... she made me hurl.... When i found out she was only two.....
Being elevated beyond thought Over the realm of humanity Never coming by the simple plane of reality Going up, being so super high Have you ever felt more than alive? It is the only way to live This intoxicant of angels Sought by normal man
Twenty four years remind the tears of my eyes, (Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.) In the groin of a natural doorway I crouched like a tailor Sewing a shroud for a journey By the light of the meat-eating sun. Dressed to die, the sensual strut begun, With my red veins full of money, In the final direction of the elementary town I advance for as long as forever is.
i love the ganj its no bullshit the best in the land one more bong hit appartnly i cant write poetry when im stoned.. or when im sober for that matter aah
I grew some Ice It smoked rather nice Last night it was Kush Looking for that rush I'll grow some Haze one of these days I'll continue this song After a bong.
weed weed wonderful weed, to live my life it's all i need, wake up at noon and burn a spoon, then hit that bong all night long, i'm too stoned to finish this rhyme gonna haveta come back next time
Sorry, I had one of those really negative thinking patterns where you hate everything for a couple of minutes and then realize you overreacted. Happens from time to time.
My bubbler broke yesterday Indeed i felt mourn For this bubblers life was short and useful 2 months ago twas born Into a life full of purpose Meaning and clean smoke Who knew that it would brake so easily So many memorable tokes The powerful hits of wonders THC rushing to my brain For with it i felt at peace Calm, Fucked upness, and.. sane? My stone pipe remains, For stone its shelf life of eternity, Not much worry for its durability When the days comes to buy a new glass, Ill... yeah, just take better care of it RIP my bubbler who i never bothered naming.
