Yo, let me tell you 'bout the vibes we ride at school Blazing up that sticky-icky, breaking all the rules With the homies by my side, we keep it chill and low Pass that blunt, let the smoke dance, let the laughter grow We share a secret bond, a smoky embrace High above the norms, in our own private space The teachers never know, we keep it on the down-low Puff, puff, passing, feeling the flow We hit the spot, where the green stuff blooms Our minds expand, like flowers in a room Ideas flow freely, dreams take flight We spark it up, and everything's alright So when the bells ring, we gather in our den Roll one up, and let the adventure begin Smoke from the spliff, our teacher can't resist He joins us in the haze, and all is bliss In the depths of the hallways, we'd create our own haze Passing the blunt around, lost in a weed-induced maze Teachers searching high and low, but we'd always stay hidden Our stash was our secret, a treasure, not forbidden The bells would ring, but they fell on deaf ears As we puffed away our worries, our laughter erased our fears The hallways became our sanctuary, our own special zone Where we could be ourselves, no judgments, just as stoned