Tripping with this tree, sipping herbal tea, happy to find my troubles don’t mean nothing to me.
I’m sure you’d all agree, if you could only see, you can solve the puzzle of this world with clever alchemy.
While JL begins to mac, and Bombzah eats a snack, we look to see JC’s girl painting dicks on his back.
As I watch the night progress Fitz and Rock play chess, but I gotta leave the house ‘cause this place is a mess.
Wavy Davy follows me out and we smoke some wax, while JL walks downstairs having met the beast with two backs.
Nights like these make me grateful for a squad that cracks.