stoned potions have u move in slow motion//
greenery's potent have u left wide open//
but u copin, tryna stand on ya two feet//
eyes weak, but u feel ya souls deep//
u don't speak, u jus sit back and observe//
everythings a blurr, the room starts to turn//
ya chest starts to burn, u hold ya side//
friends look concern, tears runnin down ya eyes//
a word fo the wise, theres no one to trust//
adrenaline rush grass laced wit the dust//

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Lyrical Rapsody