I like to smoke pot, so what?
It’s not as bad as being a big slut
I don’t shoot heroin or anything like that
We didn’t have a dog to get high… just a cat.
Bunch of potheads sat around everyday
Having people breathe on mirrors just to see if they were o.k.
Too broke to buy food
Spent it on pot and now we’re screwed!
We never had any food in our house
Charlie starved, that poor little mouse…..
Everyday was another bowl of macaroni and cheese
Dear God, Sharon, something else please!!!!
We’re broke and going hungry over here
But somehow we have money for pot and beer.
The usual crew would show every night
We’d all smoke up and get as high as a kite
Then it was in the dining room to play some 3-man
But the pussies that couldn’t handle it just ran
That reminds me, for the longest time Lee was our bitch
He thought Amy was quite the witch
But then she made him take fifty drinks
Especially after he gave me a couple winks
Our friends came over when we weren’t there
They’d leave empty Dr. Pepper bottles around and not care
In their defense, there always was some leftover bong
So we would smoke it and could not stay mad for that long
You always knew when your friends appreciated you
Because they would smoke us up before work sometimes too
We were sick of having to give them our keys
So we just made more and said, “Don’t lose these!”
We had many different roommates, none of which paid rent
We just simply said, “There’s food, a couch and bongs.” And off we went.
Our house was a nasty cesspool of grossness
But nobody gave a shit because we were high and it was hopeless!
So if we didn’t have money and weren’t all blowed everyday
We’d get drunk that night anyway
Lots of strangers came in and stole
But we flipped our lid when someone took our glass bowl
We made a list of the people we didn’t want inside
We even had our big friends as bouncers so people couldn’t hide
Every night some drunk ass was passed the fuck out
One night our neighbor came up and shout
But as soon as she left, we laughed about it
I got handed the bong, chuckled and took a big hit
Our apartment was full of sex, drugs and beer every night
There was about twenty of us that were mad tight
Everyday I wish I was back there
Having fun and not having to care
About life or drama or anyone outside my walls
Every hour we had a million calls
They’d meet up at our house and the night would begin
Then we’d do the whole party thing all over again.

June 2, 2004 9:14pm

 
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