GODFREY1
Active Member
One day I ran outta weed.
I prayed to God,said it's all I need.
Just a hit,one toke if you will.
Gotta get hi,I'm feelin ill.
That wonderful taste,the burn in the lung.
The reminder of so many good times to come.
So as I sat and begged to the sky.
I saw something fall in the corner of my eye.
What could it be,coming down so slow.
I caught it in my hand,and wouldn't you know.
A big old blunt,of all the best weed.
It came from above,and fell just for me.
So next time you think the good Lord doesn't want you to get hi.
Just remember the super blunt he dropped,just so I could get by.
I prayed to God,said it's all I need.
Just a hit,one toke if you will.
Gotta get hi,I'm feelin ill.
That wonderful taste,the burn in the lung.
The reminder of so many good times to come.
So as I sat and begged to the sky.
I saw something fall in the corner of my eye.
What could it be,coming down so slow.
I caught it in my hand,and wouldn't you know.
A big old blunt,of all the best weed.
It came from above,and fell just for me.
So next time you think the good Lord doesn't want you to get hi.
Just remember the super blunt he dropped,just so I could get by.