The Weed Song, by Kyle Subscribe to rss feed for Kyle

Break it up, break it down, hit that shit, hold it in, spark
it up,
take a puff, pass it to a friend, smoke it up, its out,
gotta roll
another one, fuck a joint, smoke a blunt, got trees every
month, throw
the roach in the bong, smoke it up, all day long, pack a
bowl, smoke it
all, every day, on the ball, no way to get by, gotta go and
get high,
its what i do every night, damn this shit is OUTTA SIGHT!



roll roll roll a blunt, light it at the end, puff puff thats
enough, pass it to a friend. (x2)



ganja, kush, mary jane, bush, dro, reggie, bomb, fifty,
trees, herb,
green, purp, this shit'll have you coughin, this shit'll
make your
fuckin throat hurt! tokin on that reefer, my dealer's a
keeper, this
shit had me trippin like Scotty muthafuckin Pippin, spiders
crawlin
allover my shirt, get high, fall asleep, wake up still high,
waste of
money, high as a kite, everything is funny when im high,
that shit had
me rollin all night! sex, drugs, rock-n-roll, speed, weed,
and
birth-controll, lifes a bitch and then you die, so fuck the
world and
lets get high, and if at first you dont succeed, then find a
friend
with better weed, come on over, GET HIGH WITH ME!
Posted: 2009-11-03 05:51:14 UTC

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2009-11-19 03:56:18sweetNsour
funny- i don't smoke but i have seen a few "weed head" you write wonderfully. keep it up-the writing that is lol