Welcome to my brain and all the MAD things it comes up with.
You are a high, a cannabi, a lift in my life.
A POEM To All the Lovers.
Steam. Envelopes the atomosphere. As I cool down in the shower. A little You on my leg, We played for about a hour. Blue Dream in the air we agree it’s smoking time. I assume the position to hit the blunt from behind. You say You find it sexy how the smoke Goes through my nose. I get in my do me pose and proceed to blowing O’s O…O….O ! And now your mind’s blown. You don’t know what to do with it. I told You I got that grade A nigga, Now You got me provin’ it and now I got You MAD Lifted, Flaka, Losin’ it. You grind her UP. You grind her down. Grind, Grind screwin’ it. I need an 8th, I need a fix. Yo shit so fire and it stays lit. I’m holding it. I babysit, Not passing to no other b*tch. I can just roll You up and smoke You. It’s lit. It’s lit. It’s lit. It’s LIT.