Faded memories haunt me from so very long ago,
of all these peoples' faces that I hardly know.
Are they my friends or are they mortal enemies?
It's obvious to me they want to take a piece of me.
Because when I smoke weed, I see the world so differently,
I don't know who I can trust or if they trust in me.
Paranoia's kickin' in as my vision starts to dim.
I try to concentrate but all I can do now is grin
I love this feeling that's how I know I will never stop
I hit the bong, play me a song, as I drift up to the top.
And I'll be singing
Smoking weed, is how I see my future and I know I'm free, to enjoy the Nature of A Potheads' Dream, of bongs and bowls and papers and I know I'm free.
Coming down, down to the ground I've smoked so much today
maybe i've had enough, nah, not enough, no way
Mary Jane take me away and I will be alright
I've smoked all day, ah what the hell, I guess I'll smoke all night
Paranoias kickin' in as my vision starts to dim
we try to concentrate but all we can do now is grin
we love this feeling that's how we know we will never stop
We hit the bong, play us a song, as we drift up to the top.
And we'll be singing
Smoking weed, is how we see our future and we know we're free, to enjoy the Nature of A Potheads' Dream of bongs and bowls and papers and we know we're free.

Ha ha, nice.

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