Don't blow my high I might die tonight Don't blow my high I might die tonight
You need to be careful when smoking the devils lettuce it's killed many before you and you'll be no exception Billy so what do ya say it's about time to quit smoking right
Nope I smoke loud and it's lit as a cherry when you put me in the ground grow weed where I'm buried I smoke till I'm high like taxes you can die by the book let me find them matches amount to ashes alleviate the anguish it leaves in the fire the tree get cremated the return of the red eye no need for Visene chief weed in my sleep that's a pipe dream we got signed and ever since then it's like I'm mailing packs at the frequency I send stems highly impaired couldn't be higher it's true put it in the air fill the entire room
You need to be careful when smoking the devil's lettuce it's killed many before you and you'll be no exception Billy so what do ya say it's about time to quit smoking right
I just puffed it once and I'm done for smoke hit my lungs hard as fuck blunt force exhaled a hit it grew hands and started choking me bagged the last two grams tied it with a rosary I said fuck it plus a hail Mary and flushed it appeared right back as a blunt like I never touched it holes grow in my flesh close to death While I still hold breath tryna smoke the rest seeing as how I'm rotting I am probably doomed but I'm a go out with a sonic boom I said fuck it you only die once lit it up and erupted to a cloud of guts
Oh, Yowzers! Judging by the holes in his lungs that hit hurt old Joey might've over indulged himself this time let's see if he survives the night
Don't blow my high I might die tonight Don't blow my high I might die tonight
Oh Poor Lee He doesn't look so hot now does he One too many puffs has him feeling all topsy turvey hopefully tonight he'll learn his lesson
I'm getting high at all cost regardless of the method everybody dies you should probably except it whatever this weed is doing to me is definitely not groovy trapped in this horror movie inanimate objects are talking now he needs some milk somebody better fucking talk me down the smell of rotting flesh continues to linger your too stoned to notice you smoked your own finger a dead ringer for a sad excuse a prime example of occult level drug abuse and to tell the truth tonight I'll try to survive the night and if not then at least I'll die high right
Don't blow my high I might die tonight Don't blow my high I might die tonight; Don't blow my high I might die tonight Don't blow my high I might die tonight
You need to be careful when smoking the devils lettuce it's killed many before you and you'll be no exception Billy so what do ya say it's about time to quit smoking right
Nope I smoke loud and it's lit as a cherry when you put me in the ground grow weed where I'm buried I smoke till I'm high like taxes you can die by the book let me find them matches amount to ashes alleviate the anguish it leaves in the fire the tree get cremated the return of the red eye no need for Visene chief weed in my sleep that's a pipe dream we got signed and ever since then it's like I'm mailing packs at the frequency I send stems highly impaired couldn't be higher it's true put it in the air fill the entire room
You need to be careful when smoking the devil's lettuce it's killed many before you and you'll be no exception Billy so what do ya say it's about time to quit smoking right
I just puffed it once and I'm done for smoke hit my lungs hard as fuck blunt force exhaled a hit it grew hands and started choking me bagged the last two grams tied it with a rosary I said fuck it plus a hail Mary and flushed it appeared right back as a blunt like I never touched it holes grow in my flesh close to death While I still hold breath tryna smoke the rest seeing as how I'm rotting I am probably doomed but I'm a go out with a sonic boom I said fuck it you only die once lit it up and erupted to a cloud of guts
Oh, Yowzers! Judging by the holes in his lungs that hit hurt old Joey might've over indulged himself this time let's see if he survives the night
Don't blow my high I might die tonight Don't blow my high I might die tonight
Oh Poor Lee He doesn't look so hot now does he One too many puffs has him feeling all topsy turvey hopefully tonight he'll learn his lesson
I'm getting high at all cost regardless of the method everybody dies you should probably except it whatever this weed is doing to me is definitely not groovy trapped in this horror movie inanimate objects are talking now he needs some milk somebody better fucking talk me down the smell of rotting flesh continues to linger your too stoned to notice you smoked your own finger a dead ringer for a sad excuse a prime example of occult level drug abuse and to tell the truth tonight I'll try to survive the night and if not then at least I'll die high right
Don't blow my high I might die tonight Don't blow my high I might die tonight