Jimi

Oh whoa, let’s like get my bong
And do up some heavy weed
Man, I got some really heavy megsy
Meg stuff
Stone joints, it’s totally lost
It’s totally, all the time
Hey, a lot of drugs, go to hell
You ain’t got nothing nothing to say
Why don’t you just go away
You ain’t got nothing nothing to tell
Why don’t you just go to hell
You ain’t got nothing nothing in your head
Odds are coming, you could be dead
Ah, let’s get back to my bong
Yea, aah, it’s like woo