I don't know why the call you "roach"
When you're sweeter than sugar toast.
Smell like heaven when you roast,
I breathe you in and out. π
I don't see why they call you bad,
When I'm with you, you make me glad.
When they diss you I get so mad.
They just don't know what's up. π
You make me fly for miles and miles.
The perfect way to kill some time.
Ran some research, pulled your file.
You have never done a murder. π
So while I light my half a joint,
You cuss, still don't see your point.
Don't try come and disappoint.
The meditating stoner. π¨
-13.7
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