In lazy circles, I forget my keys,
A snack quest ends with crumbs on my shirt.
Who knew “just one puff” would bring me to my knees?
With thoughts so deep, I ponder galaxies,
Yet lost my phone and tripped on the dirt.
In lazy circles, I forget my keys.
My couch's grip holds me with sticky ease,
While munchies haunt me—ah, true dessert!
Who knew “just one puff” would bring me to my knees?
My vision's hazy like perpetual breeze,
I laugh alone, my wit and charm curt.
In lazy circles, I forget my keys.
The vibe's sublime, time skips like a tease;
I start a song, but forget the first note’s ver*t.
Who knew “just one puff” would bring me to my knees?
So here’s my truth, wrapped in herbal cheese,
Being a stoner—do I really assert?
In lazy circles, I forget my keys,
Who knew “just one puff” would bring me to my knees?
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