Clock says its time to go,
Heart tells me running low,
Been waiting all damn day,
Now my lungs are gonna pay,
Minds blank as we all wait,
4 maybe 5 on a marijuana date,
Someone snips as the other one fills,
The others just stare awaiting there thrills,
A sneaky smile peeks from the beholder,
"Smoke that shit" is what we told her,
Spark is lit and hole is shut,
Lungs are ready, nothin but,
Slowly and smoothly she starts to pull,
Travelling down into her lung thats full,
Full of smoke thats doing her harm,
But her brain reacts different and makes her feel calm,
Takes away her mouth and pass's the bong,
Now its time for him to come along,
As she packs it tight,
His brain starts to fight,
Telling him no,
But surely he sparks and starts to go,
seconds pass and he enters her land,
He turns around and offers his hand,
In packing another for a friend,
Hoping in his mind this will never end,
Around the circle the bong goes,
Not a time in motion the bong slows,
Laughing till we cry,
Red-bloodshot eye,
Are only some of the effects of our happy land,
And you just wait untill we stand,
We`ll fly away with our hands in each others,
Cause this is who we are...the bong smoking brothers.
Heart tells me running low,
Been waiting all damn day,
Now my lungs are gonna pay,
Minds blank as we all wait,
4 maybe 5 on a marijuana date,
Someone snips as the other one fills,
The others just stare awaiting there thrills,
A sneaky smile peeks from the beholder,
"Smoke that shit" is what we told her,
Spark is lit and hole is shut,
Lungs are ready, nothin but,
Slowly and smoothly she starts to pull,
Travelling down into her lung thats full,
Full of smoke thats doing her harm,
But her brain reacts different and makes her feel calm,
Takes away her mouth and pass's the bong,
Now its time for him to come along,
As she packs it tight,
His brain starts to fight,
Telling him no,
But surely he sparks and starts to go,
seconds pass and he enters her land,
He turns around and offers his hand,
In packing another for a friend,
Hoping in his mind this will never end,
Around the circle the bong goes,
Not a time in motion the bong slows,
Laughing till we cry,
Red-bloodshot eye,
Are only some of the effects of our happy land,
And you just wait untill we stand,
We`ll fly away with our hands in each others,
Cause this is who we are...the bong smoking brothers.
jesuslovesporn:
is that spiderman?
cherryvegas:
It is! Isnt it the best! I love spidey! 