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i can tell, by the way x4
i can tell, by the way x4
i can tell by the way x4
i can tell by the way x4
i can tell by the way way
i can tell by the way

it all stared way back, when i was a needle in a hay stack, new middle school a little fool who kept it cool and laid back. i still made miskates cause, we’re all the same let’s face the facts. it was 8th grade to be exact. i first learned to blaze a sack, and get baked. an eighth would last a few months. but thesе days i’m hard pressed, to get this this to strеtch past two blunts. so on an afternoon, once upon a time i took a hit, that introduced and attached this new substance to my mind. oh sh-t! started choking off the smoke, coughing. cought lost in a moment where whole world just seemed so soft. i wish i could hold it and never let go. i could only get a hold of it every so often. i had to hold off and just chill. but it was such a thrill, to fill my lungs with something real. and spill my guts into a puddle of dust that i could touch and feel. the subtleties of the drug in my lungs huggin’ me. was comfort that keeps me company, til this day its still my cup of tea. helps me focus in, and notice things the naked eye doesn’t see. but soon the buzz would flee reluctantly like plucking seeds from the buds. all that was left was me, my homie tim sittin’ next to me, next we fled the scene and said we’d be friends til the end of this, dream called life. than we walked our separate ways. remembering all the yesterday’s and everything seemed alright, for a second at least. i mean, it’s just a little crease in time. i could find release and finally reach some kinda peace of mind. i went home to think of a rhyme. put in my favorite beat tape. and saved that first bag i ever had, as a keepsake. think it was dank? please! it’s was the worst shwag you ever seen to date, i mean, it wasn’t even green, gave me the meanest headache. so i slept late til the next day. only to wake up, stretch. see my moms crying right next to my bed saying

i can tell, by the way x4
i can tell

well, i can hardly help the card that have already been dealt, always felt outta place, keeping a poker face started to get hard to tell. it ain’t hard to tell. i’m that new kid in school again. never been cool hooligan 10th grade loner, you know. that undercover stoner. i wasn’t much older when i hit some 36 to mid grades. amazed it didn’t taste or smell like dirty hippy sh-t stains. that’s word to rick james b-tch! i love you marijane, you came to take away the very pain of carrying this big brain. from the glitches, nervous twitches and contradictions wishy washed away like dirty dishes. lifted vertical from your herbal kisses miss. i’m no physicist, but the metaphysics of this relationship keeps me complacent, while i sit and reminisce a bit. you’ve got an energy that grips, and consists of short term memory glyphs, helping me drift away and forget whenever anyone dissed me. it’s the way, i can never think of the right sh-t to say. i twist a j with some mids, hit it, and let the bullsh-t dissapate

i could tell, from the smell
by the way my nostrils swell open
got me in slow motion
i can feel myself choking

i could tell, from the smell
by the way my nostrils swell open
got me in slow motion
i can feel myself choking
now i’m seventeen. barely graduated
but moms was glad i made it. as if that’s the only way life could ever get validated. that summer i went to stay with my dad in cali to get calibrated. one day my homie showed me maui and, how it had me faded. only now it was so powerful, i almost couldn’t take it. but i could, and i would. it tasted so good i later became elated. so this is my belated anthem, to the greatest plant in this planet. i wanna plant it on every piece of land that i can man. give it a chance it’ll expand and bend your brains receptors. inhale the scent and sit, the smoke’ll slowly drain the nectar. you gain a better persepective. perceptive when it gets hectic. it shows you ain’t the centre of attention. and teaches you how to accept it. with an exclamation point in case it’s time to rest mind. with an explination, designed to be a dedication to every joint, blunt, bong or bowl i’ve smoked along the road to all the folks ive toked with that helped me feel this song with soul yo!

i could tell from the smell
by the way my nostrils swell open
got me in slow motion
i could feel myself chocking

i could tell from the smell
by the way it always helps cause
all of my selfish flaws to melt
with every cough is felt

i could tell from the smell
by the way my nostrils swell open
got me in slow motion
i could feel myself chocking

i could tell from the smell
by the way it always helps cause all of my selfish flaws to melt with every cough

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