I rolled a joint and crushed it on the floor
Woe is me, I'll never roll a joint no more.
I took some speed and ran 'round in circles
A thousand miles, a thousand miles or maybe even more.
I took a trip to find me a better self
But I only found I'd merely lost all common sense.
Marijuana, why do you want me
Constantly ? Very close indeed to me.
If you drive me mad, you'll make mother very sad
And she'll maybe even cry, she'll maybe shade a tear
When she sees my coffin go gliding by.

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