Oh, what a feeling! I love to get high!
I get the "f" out of life, and make it a lie.
It exposes my soul, it lets me bleed out
So I dream of my being and what I'm about.
I spark Mary Jane, and ride the high through
tempestuous times, then start a new.
Be it a joint or a blunt; a pipe or a bong
I rip my chest open, and nothing is wrong!
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