Something Short

Feeling three feet tall
Can I bust a ball
I wish I was a turnip
But I don't wanna care at all
I must be something short

I would sell my soul
Just to smoke a bowl
I rather run around and couch surf
Than use my lump of coal
I must be something short



Credits
Writer(s): Chandlyr Burns
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