We get high, you get high. I miss smoking music just to chill to and roll up a fat bluntie. Chief doh? Yes, please.
“you’re the only girl that can flow my rhythm, we make jokes, play, laugh and listen well, your that dope, the only one I’ll kiss and tell you’re that best friend, I never knew I had”
That feel good music. Sigh. Idk anymore.
*thanks chris for showing me kero1.
a little bit of myself, kept to myself, only to myself. if you happen to find this, all yours to peep at. cya, later.