Mary Jane. Oh, MJ. My hands are shaking. Your high is a little higher than I thought. It makes me shiver. Speedball. The taste's a Ganja. The heavens open up and I am confused... has it given me wings? Now, I feel like I am flying. Flying above the highest cloud, but dragging myself down to the bottom. I swim in the unfathomable ocean of wonders and lovely thoughts.
I cry because my girl is with you. She flows in your system. She's taken over you. Her strength is more supreme than my love. And my love... you refuse to feel now.
Anytime, you hurt me. Everytime, you say you're sorry. I am dreamy... faraway...wistful. Call 911. This pickle. This hurt. It's too real. Oh, Mary Jane! What have you done Love?
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