David Britt
David Britt

wEEdsmOKe

wEEdsmOKe

127 Plays

26 Jul 2021

Constant weed smoke I keep too choke on for hope not gone Is blazing my eye's still stonned prize not yet gone renuing my songs to confront face with the bong through phases of song my paper is psalms waisted now is arms of people who placed them in wrong music on Hazing my eyes these days hes tried every day living in disguise brings forth true demise witness eyes of kinder kinds blinder then I Spent times I bring up to spit my lines grit is defined by minds of kinder kinds of mine we shine I'm the greatest of nine of my kinds mind divine topped with sublime I dropped all lines flopped the times for watcher watching in rhyme if I spot yah its time the kindest of nine kind with ituit fluent rhymes in mind shine for time is blind I am the best of all time ... I'll be taking my time nvr falling further behind enemies creep up from behind blind not eye my eyes realize minds wise I rewind times too combine lines in rhyme true shine in China in brighter lineing I'm reminding to revive me survive 3 just let it be I'll leave Forget what you said to me just fret and leave with less then me and bet u'll see ten bests vests could be compressed with me confess to be kinda cocky what my life has taught me these lines have brought me drinking coffee to calm me weed to keep heart pace at pace for song in me nothing wrong to see just the bong mists trees gone with one hit so guard ur leafes back bowls and drink who knows what the man thinks accept a writers hand in grand taist ahh and grand plays piano in glam grand ways planed crazed planes change hands age stans raged the man's caged hands raised by my hands raised unraised is his hand traced I'm the grand slayer slaying hands traced hands raised his hands unraised im the king at hand aces sleeve on demand formed by one hand of 100s hand im ahh 100 of grand stans grands hands in gran stands whos in the stands stan watching my grandsons hand reforming mine to give him lose hands pools gland of cooled sand glass blown in faster hands of rapper's stanns divine hands come after hands claimed began named the man the man I am slammed down on sandmans hand come true in re aproving approval for his removal so I too not two but true can stann again...

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Constant weed smoke I keep too choke on for hope not gone Is blazing my eye's still stonned prize not yet gone renuing my songs to confront face with the bong through phases of song my paper is psalms waisted now is arms of people who placed them in wrong music on Hazing my eyes these days hes tried every day living in disguise brings forth true demise witness eyes of kinder kinds blinder then I Spent times I bring up to spit my lines grit is defined by minds of kinder kinds of mine we shine I'm the greatest of nine of my kinds mind divine topped with sublime I dropped all lines flopped the times for watcher watching in rhyme if I spot yah its time the kindest of nine kind with ituit fluent rhymes in mind shine for time is blind I am the best of all time ... I'll be taking my time nvr falling further behind enemies creep up from behind blind not eye my eyes realize minds wise I rewind times too combine lines in rhyme true shine in China in brighter lineing I'm reminding to revive me survive 3 just let it be I'll leave Forget what you said to me just fret and leave with less then me and bet u'll see ten bests vests could be compressed with me confess to be kinda cocky what my life has taught me these lines have brought me drinking coffee to calm me weed to keep heart pace at pace for song in me nothing wrong to see just the bong mists trees gone with one hit so guard ur leafes back bowls and drink who knows what the man thinks accept a writers hand in grand taist ahh and grand plays piano in glam grand ways planed crazed planes change hands age stans raged the man's caged hands raised by my hands raised unraised is his hand traced I'm the grand slayer slaying hands traced hands raised his hands unraised im the king at hand aces sleeve on demand formed by one hand of 100s hand im ahh 100 of grand stans grands hands in gran stands whos in the stands stan watching my grandsons hand reforming mine to give him lose hands pools gland of cooled sand glass blown in faster hands of rapper's stanns divine hands come after hands claimed began named the man the man I am slammed down on sandmans hand come true in re aproving approval for his removal so I too not two but true can stann again...

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