Reverse L???

my feelings today were crazy,
vision blurry,
seeing her all hazy,
no shotgun needed to blow smoke in my face,
i swear this weed had a crazy taste,
not that i tasted it,

well i mean i had a little sample,

i laid out the leaf and sprinkled it on my sheets,
licked a lil over the top,
but i think she needed more from me so she made me stop,
think she was scared to go reach for the stars with me so she stopped,
scared of being scared,
scared of this incredible high,

this weed,

mmmm but i was denied,

i didn't want to just hit and leave it alone,
but i would for damn sure inhale until every little particle was gone,
call me a greenhead,
call me boogie potter,
call me a weed globetrotter,
call me a weedhead,
say im actin crackish,
but her weed is the piss,
fuck being a number 2,
she could so be number one,
if she would let me through,

this is the only type of weed that i fukd up rolling,
the damn L looked skinny,but at certain points swollen,
yeah true weedhead shit lol,
anyways i wish i didn't like her,
but the more i hit this L,
the more i wanna buy,
I wanna see how it feelz,
wondering if i'm icing, or do i juz have the chillz?


but i stop reminiscing,
came back to the chinese store,
ordered general tso's,
and a side of her lovin with some stilettos on her toes,
she ordered the chicken and broccoli,
with a side of my being sweet and cocky,

she had a lemonade,
i had a water,

sure wish her taste was as tart as what she was drinkin,
but that would juz be wishful thinkin,
smokin her weed got me on the high intellectual type thinkin,

wonderin shit like,
who she looks like,
who she acts like,
what does she think when she sees me,
when she hits my weed do i get her to her peak,
does she even wanna climb mt.Everest, does she even wanna see?
what is this?
why am i in my brain asking so many questions,
is that a cockroach wearing a necklace,
no more of that weed,
oh shit whats by the tree,
another fuckin possom?,
aww man her lips,
what the fuck is she saying,
sloww...

mmmm kiss me again,

her kisses are filling my lungs with her weed,
making it impossible to breathe,
telling her to let me go,
requesting she lets me leave,
but i'm starting to realize that i think she likes getting high with me...