Marijuana

What you feel like is how you like to feel And there's nothing like it near so you kind of like it here Do I fill my arms with comfort or my hands with heat Can I try to keep? Mari mari juana juana Mari mari juana juana What you see is plainly colorful and there's nothing that looks as dull as what's on your own wall I stay slippery and try and sneak my way through whatever end ends everything Kid, you're broke and hungry just pretend it's nothing Sunrise is over, sunset's beginning Maybe make some money off me Come on, make some money off me Mari mari juana juana Mari mari juana juana