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of mary jane
Know I'm bouta pack a bowl up and it's only 8 am
Gotta get my head up out my bed
But I can rid off all of these thoughts
Mento melodies from my

then I'll pack my bowl

That's the path that I wove
The threads of fate must have snagged my soul
I fight the grab and pull
Getting dragged through

the bread now with my people
That's my dream I believe
That this shits achievable
Grab some bud and pack a bowl
Tell the tales of journey old
Keep it chill we

and prey
Just like a tech god damnit here to spray and pray
The shit's crazy and I ain't got a clear escape
But everytime I sit and roll a joint
Or pack

She say she don't like it when I call her when I get high
Sorry little baby, you should know I'm tryna get by
I pack another bowl, cause tonight I'm

that it's a mad curse
It's a mad curse
Know my life be mad terse (uh)
Fucked up vibes first
Pack a bowl I'm smoking loud
No I'm never coming down
'Til

here to tell ya that there's another way

Kill Jesus for your sins
Stay home and watch TV
Don't need a soul, just pack a bowl
And set your spirit free

to believe
Pack A Bowl It's time to Rock n' Roll

smoke rasta, no cap
Pack a bowl bitch ain't no pasta, that's facts
If you smoke better roll proper, that sad
If you don't, we gon have a problem, stand

a pimp
Please don't act shy
See me with a grin
Better bet I'm high
Pack another bowl
Cuz I'm pissed off
Good for the soul
Gotta rinse off
Heavy my load so

Girl, I just need some isolation
Taking drugs just to deal with the frustration
Pack a bowl, roll a blunt, then I face it
Baby I don't need to talk
I

real estate
Why you waste your money on the things that have no fucking gain
Thoughts of selling my soul, demons chant my fuckin name
Pack another bowl

sweet
Bend my bitch over that's my only trick or treat
Cancel out packs, packing bowls with Indica
Similar to handing out small bags of silica
Or giving

up, bitch
Tonight ain't special but it's gunna be, lit
So pack another bowl, and take this, rip
Because it's legal now and Imma do it proud
Green like

the fucking mud
Walk into the function ain't a party till i'm there
One hundred twenty five when I fly by you riding in benz
Light a blunt than pack a bowl i'm

a dog bitch, damn you barely a puppy
Cut off my arms cuz I'm too strong when I'm off a substance
I pack my bowls higher than Rushmore I'm feeling ugly
I'm

awoke 
You stuck inside your habits kinda tragic
But its laughable 
My luck can feel like magic rather grab it
Try to pack a bowl 
My life is fucking

Please just stop
I’m ready to go
I’m cut down
You’re not making this easier
She packs another bowl
She’s not that personable
That’s what she wants

your boots in the mud better pull up when you stuck
Find a soul to help you out lift you up when your down
Pack a bowl light it up grab a nug break it

god motherfucker twenty four year old I still can’t roll but if you’re coming over you can bet I pack dos bowls
Lost in a vision
I got no prescription

Pack the bowl up
Embers blazing
We can talk now
But nothing crazy
Face your demons
A little hazy
Catch some feelings
I love you baby, I say
Don't talk

pack a bowl of that honey bunch
Coming up, underground sound and we fuck it up
You and your crew straight fucking up
Aquafina in the double cup
Street

Miss Mary Mary Jane
Every day is the perfect time to blaze with you
Smoked out conversations with my baby boo
She pack the bowl for me and the she blaze

Pack another bowl to hit it with em' and lift em'
Within a quarter-mile, I cracked a smile, listen up it's worth your while
If I had chosen a double-dose