The sky's a better place, I wish that I could fly and levitate, and so I get high like everyday but that ain't do much, except maybe just increasing my lunch and got me snacking on a pack of the runtz yea this life is of lumps, bumps and bruises, muses and mumps, you're gonna learn all you need is love so I don't smoke blunts no more, no, but I still smoke J's no beats, but I still smoke haze yea see these days, I need weed to release this fate just reducing the use on the weekdays, and im no weakling, nah im big man yea my discipline's the opposite of a pig pan, its neatly kept like my bed right after some s**, or the nest on a full nights rest you know its a mess, still occupied by a set of some breasts that I met the other night at the restaurant, requested vegetables said they're the best around, said "wow, I thought my garden held down the crown" apparently not, veggies were definitely top notch the carrots all the way to the broccoli, so I awkwardly tell her im awfully impressed, with the vegetables she selects she laughed and said "you're welcome", well drinks for sale, I know you want one yea I can tell from, well um, One turn to the Three the next thing is me on her, all fours doing something never done before this Kama Sultra daughter, her alma mater must of been a collagen, how to make me f**ing want her who else would taught her how to properly place another's supported penis is a genius, i mean it The s** impeccable, my little pecker was begging me to replicate for forty days straight for god sake's, there goes my great discipline again got me smoking blunts with friends, playing rockband instead of writing rhymes, a use of my time, better yet, a better use of my mind the occupy from the fine wine, slip it and slide inside slippery side of swine big headed guy im not, just the way it is when the s** is really the sh**, thats the power of estrogen I said say it again