Smoking That Shit

I can't believe, why do you need it
It's just a plant, but here I am, smoking that Shit
I'm fucking stressed, just like the rest
Fuck this week, i'm fucking beat, i'm smoking that Shit
Pass the weed to me, pass the weed, pass it

I'm here, I think? What was I talking about again

It's just another day, and I am here
With anxiety, and the fear
Of the unknown, I grab my bowl
And then I smoke, it soothes my soul

I went to work, my boss a dick
I've had enough, I'm smoking that Shit
We just broke up, you call my phone
But I'm not home, I'm Smoking that Shit

Pass the weed to me, pass the weed, pass it



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Writer(s): Jonathan Christman
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