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The grass is green

the paper is white

the smell is extravagent

the taste is tight.



Cutting into micro

roll it like a cig

burn it with the fire

take a little swig.



You put it in you hand

and take a little hit

and the next thing you know

you smoked all that shit.



So I sit there and wonder

and come to his point

that "Damn I feel normal

I wanna another joint."



So there I am

having a blast getting high

knowing I'm all twicked out

feel like I'm flying in the sky.



Reminesing on the times

laughing at it all

feeling like your up there

so high, feels so tall.



With a puff puff give

and a hit hit pass

"I love you mother nature"

for making this grass.



Heres some education

for all those about

"weed is the shiznit"

No doubt, No doubt.



So I turn up the radio

and blast the station

waiting for my hit

on our weed rotation



Then I go to my yard

and be like "Look I got plenty"

For this is national weed day

Hell Yeah, It's Four-Twenty!