How many blunts have I smoked?, I wonder just how many thinking back to my first blunt is when it all went down hill I never had to chase the high as far as I was concerned I was getting free smoke from everybody & everybody was glad to see my eyes glimmer & my eye lids slightly closed.
The aroma would always take me to a place I didn't know existed twisted my abnormal thoughts into something soothing & comforting a place where you're always all to move at you own pace I stay facing blunts I'm a pro but that ain't nothing to brag about especially when it's
the only thing I know I never got high off the substance but rather I got high from what the substance took away in the moment. This place that's called a subconscious is filled so much turmoil, pain, sadness,
And disappointments fallen like an angel from the heavens, fallen low is an understatement I've fallen under the pavement