kids will smell weed at birth

A little grass you floating
Brain full of vomit
Slumped in the sofa sipping
Anxiolytics
So unambitious
Your future is in a fix
Locked up in your room
Cannabis worship

No turning back
Karma is bad
Destroyed by lack
Falling of the crag

Walking backwards
Narrow spirit
Smoldering in steam
Drowned in the lean
What happened to your dreams
Since you need drugs to feel
Whereas gone with the wind
I travel for real

No turning back
Karma is bad
Destroyed by lack
Falling of the crag

I don't need a stick, to make my life a trip
I don't like addicted chicks, i prefer nymphos bitches
Condemned with this bullshit, you cursing all the kids
They will smell weed in arms of mommy and daddy



Credits
Writer(s): Ilan Quoirez
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