"When the smoke is in the air, who can't say I'm not high. Just releasing these tears where I'm so filled with negativity and suicidal thoughts, I need to roll up and put some smoke in the air. I know that life will have its own shit, but if you know me as deeply as I want you to know me, you know that I'm in the pad hard, with a blunt in my hand, inside a smoke filled room, of Mary's perfume, loving how she takes away all my troubles, of letting my thoughts and negativity overtake me. When the smoke is in the air, when all I have is some verses, and blunts. A little bit of Crown, then it's on and popping. So, don't look at me sideways, or think I'm an addict. No, it's just my process of relieving stress this crazy ass world, be trying to put on me."
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