Roll a blunt
This smelly style isn't what I want
On my knees
Fragrance of the night put me fast asleep
Inhale
Birthed into this life just to fail
Tons of ash
Gently falls down on the grass
Here we go
Memories kick in as I blow
All alone
But happy I can smoke this Padrón
Either way
Darkness over being in the house all day
Standing still
Getting high from the smoke than some futile pill
I love you
Even if I don't mean that much to you
Here's a trick
Tryna make a smoke ring with my cig