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Greener on the Other Side (Song)

I needed to write a song for a competition
But I Had writers block and I was on a mission
Did some classic meditation, started pondering
Tried to find zen but again my mind wandering
On this track where am I gonna go with it
Need to blow minds fabricated as the dopest hit
One of the few times in life I couldn't trust a pen
Took a walk around the block to ask a couple friends
At the house they were chillin taking tokes
Cracking jokes, everyone in the room makin smoke
I could tell from the rank smell it was marajauna
Offered me a puff they said take it if you wanna
Plus they said I'd spit better after ganja hittin
Spawns creativity and I could craft lotsa writtens
I never smoked before, I was kinda nervous
They said not to worry it's for a good purpose

After the hit I was feeling pretty ill
....in the sense my stomach was about to spill
They said yo you got this but I was feeling nauseous
Sat by the toilet, kneeling; cautious
At least my vomit would fall into a neat mess
Took a deep breath like man I'm gonna meet death
My lungs felt like the devil throwing a tantrum
Coughing endlessly my body going into spasms
Forgot to mention the taste was atrocious
When I tried to think, no change to my dopeness
Mind felt the same and in pain it was hopeless
So I was ready to split like mitosis
Now my hope is to sneak out undetected
Till they asked me, yo speak up it's expected
I don't know.....I kinda made a mutter sound
Sounds to me like this man needs another round

The second instance went a lot smoother
I got looser til I was in a stupor
There was laughing, every comment filled with humor
Started chatting about the contents of the future
Like if we tried we could probably build a space ship
Astronomic's? that whole field is basic
Face it, we could build a rocket from scratch
Which was nonsense, one of many topics we hatched
My stomach rumbling, dude can we buy some snacks
Down at the store there was nothing we were putting back
Two bags, huge stacks of chips and pudding packs
Cashier got a funny look, you should relax
While we ate I could feel the buzz breaking
Just waiting until the last of it was fading
Feeling normal now, wow, the night was long
Wait a minute, I didn't even write my song
Written by Dono
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