piercing cold wintery hell
Oh how I wish it was summer
so I could by lying out in a soccer field on a blanket in the grass
with loved ones
smoking some sheesha and dank buds out of an iranian hookah
talking about whatever is on our mind...
i miss those days
it was fun getting lost in the stars
and that panicky feeling that you're going to get sucked up into the starry sky
and be lost forever in the ceaseless universe...
getting the mind boggling question of... what is really out there?
damn, i miss being young and not having a good damn care in the world
except for when you are going to get that next hit of that sweet ganja
and that next 40 oz you're going to slam
fuck winter, fuck being an adult
so I could by lying out in a soccer field on a blanket in the grass
with loved ones
smoking some sheesha and dank buds out of an iranian hookah
talking about whatever is on our mind...
i miss those days
it was fun getting lost in the stars
and that panicky feeling that you're going to get sucked up into the starry sky
and be lost forever in the ceaseless universe...
getting the mind boggling question of... what is really out there?
damn, i miss being young and not having a good damn care in the world
except for when you are going to get that next hit of that sweet ganja
and that next 40 oz you're going to slam
fuck winter, fuck being an adult