What are we doing? Well, we're smoking. But, but I don't even know how to do it. Well, you just light it up and pull yourself together. Alright, let's do it. Psychotropic nights, that's not my thing. When someone's in trouble, that's not cool. I smoke a lot, because I'm not a friend. I'm not gonna *** around, it might close. The best stuff on the block, you smoke weed. I don't do it for the show, like architects. I greet you again with a bomb, the bath is full like a bongo. As long as I don't inhale it, it's still not enough. I'm flying in the clouds like Songo, that's my talent. Simple, the crew gets into it, it's hot. It's a hot topic. The city is on fire, I can feel the fire in me. I'm surprised that it's not an inflammation. Let me burn to death. Shout the Darwin Award. I know I can get it, because I can't stop. Bro, even though I smoke a lot of round jams. But it's not enough for me. They ask me again when I'll get over it. How I'll dream and I'll waste the leftovers. I'll smoke it and then I'll fry it with a pen. And this time I won't run out of impressions, I'm sure. In case of a disease, I know a few guys. Green blood flows into my spine. Once I promised myself that sometimes I'll get over it. I don't drink, I don't smoke, but it's like sleeping. On the way, I'm green, so I'm in a hurry. I don't have to slow down. I don't even rely on myself. I roll a gibbon with my back. When I'll have to, I know I'll give up. I won't give up. And if I won't, it won't even be a pity. It works, because I usually have it from the dick. Not only at the camp, I smoke twice a day. I have ambitions for records. The day without a bomb, I ***ed up myself. Wait, I have a moment. I'll get there. Where it's impossible. Places that I know so much. There's no map. Pity that you have a plan. Don't be so much. Here you only *** with a stick. I don't see any changes. Look how many parts. A drop will flow with the smoke. You won't erase the stain. Give me marijuana. Don't let me run out of money. And if you have a dick, then bye. A machan in a sip is chaos. They say wow to your psyche. You won't get the hang of it. Plan, you're ***ed up. You don't have a hat. You ask what about dinner? I'm just frying a hash. Fuckers with opportunities. I've never smoked and I don't know how to do it. I have to try, or I'll go crazy. But I don't smoke. I don't know if I can smoke. You can always try. No, it can't be so difficult. And you think it will help? No, it won't. Ok, give me a strong one.