Alcohol and Marijuana

I have this dream where I am kind of crying while I'm telling you
Your face is the same, my eyes are real
My heart still feels how it feels in real and reel time

You belong
In the hall of fame
For all you are
But that could say
That you've stayed stagnant
Which you have not
You're always changing
And I'm pleased but I scoff

I'm wasting
I'm wasting
I'm taking consideration
And trying hard to meet the day shift

I was far too high
To ever see you try
I took the coward's way out
And you became independent

Forty ounce bottles, forty ounce bottles with a
Forty ounce bottles with a marijuana twist



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Scanga
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