Flower

I write all my shit, I m doing it solo I'll tear up the shit, like I do a rolo I search for the words,not a hard hunt I let out my shit, while I hit on the blunt I like how it feels when my mind is consoling I hear all these words, but it's just controlling I take a hit straight to the head I'm tired, it's indica I'm in the bed I lay there happy,my mind made of batter I say all I can, but does it Even matter I take another hit it makes me cough I guess that's good, you deffenity get off I think I'm done ,it don't take alot I'll rest my thoughts now, it all that I got I take one more hit I guess. that I lied I might really quit the day that i die.