ScratchCowboy

wake an bake yea forgot to take the trash up last night fuck it yea eyes crusty as fuck ya down on your luck well homie help me smoke this fat blunt then youll have no feelings what huh can feel the cali love its in the air its in the buds grind it up pack uo a backwoods smoking back in the treehouse in the woods left this white guy lost for words now slow down timmy your sounding sortah upsird ya grew up ya little turd spread the word im here to stay ok now sit bavk dmoke another jay an pass that off to my homie girl shante we get blaze feeling lazy vall me Patrick swayze my momma made me.daddy said ingrave that shit on me get it done son lets see now we know how its gone be ya smokimg some dab oils ya camt see threw haze nahhh but homie who cares we down to have a hazy glare couch locked for days ya.