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Good money shit. Yeah. I roll it, she lit it up. Let her blow smoke to the end of us. Girl, it's just me, you, and indica. She started dancing like she came from India. She Black and Indian, Native American. She speaking English, Spanish, and Italian. She on another planet speaking alien, Yeah, yeah. She feeling all of her body. She coming out of her clothes. She turning into a goddess. She leaves her treasure exposed. I'm getting caught in these moments. I get the feeling she knows. I only give if she wants it. I only take what I own. Lights off so I can touch your soul. Lights off so I can touch your soul. When you get high, girl, you come alive. Touch the sky and I reach your zone. Lights off so I can touch your soul. Lights off so I can touch your soul. When you get high, girl, I come alive. Deep inside and you lose control. I, I, I, I see you want it now, Want it now. Well, I can't think of nothing Better to do. My high ain't coming down, coming down. The only thing I got a taste for is You. What kind of weed is this? Some type of indica, I heard that it's new. I love sativa, but this body high is getting To me. I can feel it, baby. Lights off I can touch your soul. Lights off so I can touch your soul. When you get high, girl, you come alive. Touch the sky and I reach your zone. Lights off so I can touch your soul. Lights off so I can touch your soul. When you get high, girl, I come alive. Deep inside and you lose control. Lights off so I can touch your soul. Lights off so I can touch your soul. Touch your soul. T-t-touch your soul. I do that. I do that. Eighty-five and forty. North, East, West, South. Know these vibes, baby. I got exes, they don't hate me. Matter of fact, they all adore me. She just wanna see me touch a girl that Make her horny. Smoking this ice cream cake. Ain't no type of cheese, baby. I know I'm a sleep break. I know you the dream, baby. I got water full of springs. Got it from the creek, baby. I know that God made me. Holy Ghost saved me. I've been praying for your body and your soul. In the name of Jesus, get you right and Make you whole. Murder all your demons and I Make your blessings flow. Murder all your demons
TONY 7 — Indica
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