blu3 cH33z


i got da weed thata make u ease

the cheese that radiates indigo beams

dope that lets u cope

with reality. in actuality

reality may not even be real

we r just trapped in a bag

and life is the seel.

one flew, im cuckoo

hate me? screw u.

i speak my mind

but i dont have the time

 to open your eye that is blind

so i sit back and unwind.

roll that shit, light that shit, and smoke it.

i be tokin the potent 

like j.r.r i think outside the box

u would think im smokin rocks.

im bout that life

Just check the rasta socks.


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