nicolas thomas - marijuana

you make me so high
i could almost touch the sky
i love this green stuff
that makes you forget
it makes you see from a new eye
like the french say:
'voire la vie en bleu' or 'rose' (who cares?)
when you go high
you don't care if you die
leaving this world of misery
you won't feel regret
'cause this lovely green poison
kills your brain as slowly as a scorpions kill
making you forget the consequences
who knows what's after death
(the bible or over bull shit lie)
all you guys who believe that bulshit
well your ignoriant
the guy who wrote it was to high
that he started writing bull shit...
...
is there montains of pot, coquain, ...?
or just a new shity life?
well that's tomorrow
today i'm going high
nothing can bring me back down
all the laws of gravaty will be proved wrong
and it only takes no more than some marijuana
even if ti's relaxing
it'll still kill you
but life kills to
so why stay alive but also why die?
high or alive
live: it could get better
but you'll suffer alot (working)
smoke makes you forget
but you'll regret while dieing
also if life doesn't get better you'll kill yourself
saying: 'why didn't i do it with marijuana'
but some times you'll say:
'i'm lucky to be alive
it's mostly suicide that wins on you
i can't shews for you
'cause i'm still thinking

good luck

nicolas thomas

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