I rolled a joint And crushed it on
the floor Woe is me I'll never roll
a joint no more
I took some speed And ran round in
circles A thousand miles, a thousand
miles Or maybe even more
I took a trip to find me a better self But
I only found I'd merely lost all common
sense
Marijuana, why do you want me Constantly,
very close indeed to me
If you drive me mad You'll make mother
very sad She'll maybe even cry She'll
maybe shade a tear When she sees my coffin
go gliding by
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