yea I talk to my weed, like folk like it hear me like it kno sum man dis lil blunt got ears lemme whisper in it told it "chu da only thang round here aint switch up aint ask none jus roll up n hush" be there wen shit feel hush be loud wen my head too much I be sittin in da whip, seat back half bag in lap music on, not loud jus there like a dude who dont speak but clap yea dat type feelin I ion ask weed to solve nun jus lemme hold it like its sum I trust more than humans folk talk like "chu high all da time" nah I jus high wen it feel like errythang yellin at me like yo phone yo job yo body yo momma on text, talkin slick yo rent late yo stomach tight yo homie lied yo girl cried yo name feel too loud in rooms weed be that space where it aint none of that jus fumes errybody got they church mine burnin mine wrapped mine sittin in a lil ash tray, cracked from 08 shit sentimental like most of my habits like most of my thoughts weed dont care how I say it jus take it all in jus listen I done told weed sum shit I wont tell people like "aye I miss who I used to be" or "aye that shit he said hurt forreal but I laughed like it aint" weed nod dont judge dont tweet dont save dont switch sides dont quote dont fade jus burn slow like old love like grits cookin way back wen like porch days like dat old couch, dat leaned to da left but still held weight yea weed like dat folk say I depend too much I say "boy I aint even leanin Iβm here Iβm still Iβm breathin" weed dont make me deep it make me realer closer to center closer to me closer to dat part, that dont talk unless quiet dats all dats really it jus needed to say how weed be like kin.. [Β© Mr.MeowπΈ 2025 All Rights Reserved | Unauthorized use, reproduction, remixing, adaptation, or distribution of this work without explicit written permission is strictly prohibited and will be enforced under applicable copyright laws.]
