HERE I SIT
The sun is out, please don't pout. Take a walk, Write with some chalk, sing a song, hit that bong. Gotta do a DAB. Go catch that cab. Got to go bake, so my friends don't think I'm fake. Bringing you cookies,but you played hookie. Dying lights, its just so bright. Smoking a joint does not disappoint. Leaving me alone,I'm getting stoned I'm not in the zone, get on that phone. Just don't eat that chicken bone.
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