'when the rents find out'
IP:
your all alone with your mad home grown/
what do you do? take it and sip it/
couple pounches later it all seems to fit/
the eyes start to cry, cells begin to die/
relax and face tha facts, your feelin kinda high/
hear door open n hopin its ona yer bros thats been/
planin to come over and chill with you fiends/
trying to make with your greens/
forget it but you gunna need some visean/
the parents come home to a cloud of residue/
they warrant tha crib n don look too proud to be arrestin you/
now you grounDED, what you think kid?/
just bend over and bite some ass/
and let this nausiating time pass/
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