pay the man at the door lets get on the dance floor there he is thats the one last weekend he made it fun talk to him, he's got the stuff then real quick we'll go puff green, yellow, blue, white, red what color pill this weekend? hand me that water... look where I went I can't see, I'm bent there I am, holy smokes out of body, no joke I don't feel so hot I think I better get some pot no more of this every week for my sanity now I seek I have to stop this madness no more monday sadness it's clean-up time.........
Reason for writing:
At that point in my life i had to wtop taking drugs
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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