Paper Smoke

I'm about to smoke this fucking paper
But I hurt myself nailing myself to a stapler
My wife over here freaking out
So I told her to stop I told her to go to the closet
To get the mop because there's blood everywhere on the floor
So I told her to go to the front door
So It was the paramedics to come check on me
And I told them I was starting not to see
And then they would ask me if I need anything
Did I need anything (Yeah)
I need a paper smoke
I need a paper smoke

I need a paper smoke
So I don't really choke
How about you go get me a coke
So I can tell you about this fucking joke yeah yeah

I need a paper smoke
So I don't really choke
How about you go get me a coke
So I can tell you about this fucking joke yeah yeah

Yeah Yeah
I'm about to smoke this fucking paper with my weed (Yeah)
But I hurt myself nailing myself to a stapler (Yeah)

I need a paper smoke
So I don't really choke
How about you go get me a coke
So I can tell you about this fucking joke (Yeah)

I need a paper smoke
I need a paper smoke
So I don't really choke
How about you go get me a coke
So I can tell you about this fucking joke (Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Schuler
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