It aint a big deal, I just really like to toke
Its just a fricking herb, nothing more than a flower
he has always been there, even in my darkest hour
It gets me through shit, it gives me the power
It gets me high, like im standing on the tallest tower
And it always tastes like fruity like nerds on a rope
cuz I only get the best from the left, west coast
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