"Where's the blunt to smoke, when I'm feel like fuck the world is my attitude? The nigga shit is stanking up the air, thoughts swirling looking to come out, ready and willing to strike at anyone who wanna step up, but where's the blunt to calm my nerves, put me in my place to know, I'm rariety in this world of fakers and perpetrators. Need many puffs to kiss my lips, cause it seems like taking these steps, are hard and the quality of air is still, burning me up. So, where's the blunt, cause I feel like I'm a lose my mind, over the bullshit, that seems to be the fad."
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