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