Monday, February 23, 2009

Let's Go Get Stoned.


I swear sometimes you're taking me for granted;
I swear sometimes you're a whore.
I swear but I know there ain't no reason.
'Cause everything is such a bore...

Last night I had a dream, though it made me sick:
Saw you in your bedroom, sucking someone else's--
My friends all laughed, said it was my fault...
'Said it's time that it happened to me.
But I know that the show was much more than a blow,
So I'm waiting for the tide to get low.

If I was an ant crawling upon the wall,
Tell me baby would it make any difference at all?
If I was a roach on a tree, tell me, would you smoke me?
Bright lights... put me in a trance...
But it ain't house music, makes me want to dance.
I don't gamble but I bet,
I'm gonna die if I don't get a cigarette.
Hold me close, I always play the mack
with this monkey on my back.

Sublime.

Lah.

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