Feeling free, feeling high,
growing grass, smoking it,
just trying to get by.
Healing my stress, and healing my pain,
killing the cells in my brain.
I don't care, I hope this feeling lasts,
hey don't bogart it.
I love the way my lungs grasp it,
takes the herb right into my soul.
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