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Lookin out my window just blizzards and traffic
Waiting on my weedman living through madness
Need at least fifty just to smoke like hippies
Spittins sorta nifty and my lungs are against me
Too young for an outlook, did it without books
Admit it your life is way harder without looks
Started to doubt crooks so they about to be shook
As my insides cook from side to side
I visualize the fine line from being dead and alive
Id rather be high than have death on my mind
Except with death you cant commit crimes
And most of my life ive been contradicting
Smokin potent spice and cognac sipping
Same shit that i used to hate is a daily list
Within everyday i try yet i mainly exist