Ro$well Friend

Pass That Shit To Me My Friend I'll Hold It In Til Its My Turn Again Why Does This Blunt Feel Just Like Fent Cos It's Just A Whole Lotta Sin That Should Be In The Garbage Bin But Instead Gets All Absorbed In My Fucking Lungs Psychosis Got Me Speaking In Tongues Flung In The Jungle Of Numb Navigation Dazed Phasing In And Out Of Claymation Lacing What I Smoke For An Extra Poke No Fucking Joke Always Hope To Meet Aliens Yea I Want My Friend To Be A Roswell So He Can Help Me Thru This Spell So Called Life Gravity Feels Like A Jail What We Inhale Bounds Us In Hell So I Lye There Bored Hotboxing The Honda Accord Taking My Brain Cells On A New Level Of Disintegration Bitch Its Still Motherfucking Fuck The Population