Backed by a sea of stoners fillin the airwaves with that icky pickens from the stalk so brains can ease the fuck back... From right to the left the rotation neva ends gettin lost in the smoke makin the visual a bit to foggy in between grip of the grab... Stacks for that mind blowin twist as me n mine smoke the room out tossin thoughts around like the pass from finger to thumb is released on to the next hit... Gettin loose n fadin in to a drift eyes slant like deflated footballs as if Brady was puttin in on the shit... Burnt n blazin on an elevated soar floatin in the minds dab livin the high life to the fullest jus leanin in reverse... That make me feel the essence followed by a world puffin on nature's way of exploitin the calm that settles the nerves... I'm high AF lookin down with my feet swingin like a midget sittin on a curb jus passin time away... As the clouds landed n blown from lungs into an astronomical feel of levitation in luv with the way it taste...
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