Today is a day of days
all the potheads celebrate their ways
the sour apple blunts are all sold out
but I'm not sad I can still smoke out
sit in your car fog the shit up
open the doors and watch the smoke flow
My bud is sweet I'm high as hell
god there is no better weed than the legendary dro.
my eyes are red my mouth is dry
my smile won't fade damn, I love being high
me and my boys are high today
and if you don't like it go the fuck away
its 4-20 and we want to celebrate
I'm laying still on the brink of crunk
lets finish this blunt I want to eat
I try to get some food but I can't feel my feet.
HAPPY 4-20 EVERYONE!
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