just some stuff wadda u think?
My high school days were a haze, passed class on a drug
Be it weed, booze, hash, or a loose meaning of love,
I had no direction, absence of compass pump this punk bitch erection,
Always ventin in a session guessin I was never stressing,
Lunch time guy supplyin, everybody form a line
People happy buyin cause this weed will see them flyin
I come from the south end, pipe to mouth being ya best friend
Bong glass on glass stem brought sexual healing
Heterosexual feeling the erection ball fueling
Outside bars girls are pooling, whole cars drive by drooling
Winnipeg cruising no foolin, can give release like turbo spoolin
This aint no addiction smoke dro to flo with no restriction
So when toe to toe with a foe known to glisten
I leave the crowd stiched and that pussy bitch pissing
His pants stained reminisen over the washin machine’s rhythm
don’t be sorry for losin, I’d be glad to get back brain cells from boozing,
Over improving mood n usin, drugs choose love for last thing to do when,
Im blastin cruising, everlasting movin,
with no bastard blue men who leave me plastard suing
yea, these Waverly streets are savory streets
You pay for the leafs then blaze to your peaks,
Stay phased for weeks, summer days played at leach,
Ball till tall reach meant nets were two small feats,
So we took in a little more till chewin was a chore,
Drugs slowed us down but endowed profound to explore
I’m fightin for a floor with four legged chairs I paid for
What’s more a mortgage that’s afforded cooler than mama’ porridge,
And funds left to greens forage, looking for preemz? Check my storage
talk about reality, life has gotta be
Tragedy, catastrophe, or calamity
If not, I got to plea insanity
This minus thirty’s basically lobotomy
Eye lashes of ice can’t see past car dashes at night,
Rashes are bright, skin chapped wind lash with a bite
Stashes are tight, packed into jackets padded like asylums in white
We wildin and fight, surviving winter whatever the plight
My high school days were a haze, passed class on a drug
Be it weed, booze, hash, or a loose meaning of love,
I had no direction, absence of compass pump this punk bitch erection,
Always ventin in a session guessin I was never stressing,
Lunch time guy supplyin, everybody form a line
People happy buyin cause this weed will see them flyin
I come from the south end, pipe to mouth being ya best friend
Bong glass on glass stem brought sexual healing
Heterosexual feeling the erection ball fueling
Outside bars girls are pooling, whole cars drive by drooling
Winnipeg cruising no foolin, can give release like turbo spoolin
This aint no addiction smoke dro to flo with no restriction
So when toe to toe with a foe known to glisten
I leave the crowd stiched and that pussy bitch pissing
His pants stained reminisen over the washin machine’s rhythm
don’t be sorry for losin, I’d be glad to get back brain cells from boozing,
Over improving mood n usin, drugs choose love for last thing to do when,
Im blastin cruising, everlasting movin,
with no bastard blue men who leave me plastard suing
yea, these Waverly streets are savory streets
You pay for the leafs then blaze to your peaks,
Stay phased for weeks, summer days played at leach,
Ball till tall reach meant nets were two small feats,
So we took in a little more till chewin was a chore,
Drugs slowed us down but endowed profound to explore
I’m fightin for a floor with four legged chairs I paid for
What’s more a mortgage that’s afforded cooler than mama’ porridge,
And funds left to greens forage, looking for preemz? Check my storage
talk about reality, life has gotta be
Tragedy, catastrophe, or calamity
If not, I got to plea insanity
This minus thirty’s basically lobotomy
Eye lashes of ice can’t see past car dashes at night,
Rashes are bright, skin chapped wind lash with a bite
Stashes are tight, packed into jackets padded like asylums in white
We wildin and fight, surviving winter whatever the plight