It was 4:20 in the afternoon as i rolled by my old highschool, I thought of how things used to be, we were so wild, fancy free. I looked around, its the same old town, the same old grass grows on the ground. Its the same old trees with the same old leaves, aint nothing here changed except for me.
I went to the corner store up the road. Man that place is sure looking old. I park my truck and go for a stroll, back to the place where we used to roll, them big old joints, we played for points, whoever smoked more had the highest score. That there's the place that we all swore, not to forget the time we spent. We smiled, we laughed, we frowned, we cried, but man we sure loved to get high.
Hey I wanna get high...yeah.
Hey I wanna get high.....
Can you remember when? Well it's been so long, toking off that four foot bong... Just a circle of friends until the end, roastin' that ganj again and again
And it seems kinda funny when I look back, not a day went by without the chronic sack. It started off we were all alone then pretty soon the whole school got stoned.
And then there it was, our biggest fear, June came, the end of the year
See the circle of friends it could not stay, we must go out separate ways but we all said we would return... And as I sit by myself oh how my heart burns...
To all of you this might not have meant much but these were the times that kept me in touch, I always said I would remain a kid, and that's exactly what I did..
I am a marijuana junkie
I'm a highschool flunkie
This bud smells skunkie
I'm a marijuana junkie....
And
Hey I wanna get high...yeah.
Hey I wanna get high.....
It was 4:20 in the afternoon as i rolled by my old highschool I thought Hey I wanna get high....
Hey I wanna get high....
Hey I wanna get high.
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