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I got five on it and Im looking for a dime so I can buy chronic
Fuck that, I got stacks and Im tryna buy a quarter rack
Never looking back on the money well spent
On the green, on the tree
Every time you see me, Im on weed
Im a fiend and Im looking for a friend
It's another night and Im smoking by myself again
In my room alone and I got to hit it right so that my Hell will end
When I get high I feel so great and grateful
That Mary Jane, the only girl I date, she's faithful
She sticks by my side thru low and high tides
Up until I die, she knows of my grind
Always there at the right time when I need her
Always on my mind, high when I heat her
Up in the bowl, don't you know how to blow O's?
And how to ghost? Or French inhale through your nose?
No, because you're new and don't know how to smoke
You choke every time you go toke
But don't joke because we are all getting blown
We are all in our own zone that is far past the ozone
And if you think that weed is where all the criminals at
Maybe you should take a second look at all the governments subliminal acts
Making weed illegal so they can add a federal tax
Take a close look at all the matter of facts