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Roll the broken paper around green, not joint white,
then after the first blunt it'll be alright,
after about 3 lines it'll somehow make sense,
at night your minds a cashier, just trying to make cents,

with an education that compares to a kid,
it's tough to make sense of what she did,
if she forgot my name, my words, not the fake, the real,
i won't care as long as she remembers how i made her feel,

i can live with everyone having a thought of me,
the only ones who really know me are the ones who love me,
so they can have their rumors and their lies,
cause i'll never have a good girl by my side,

behind a great man is a great girl,
but i don't deserve to be great, not in this world,
i don't want to be amazing in this world of pain,
driving the genius minds insane.