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I sit back and relax, only weed no xanax,

every week i try to not be weak with these packs,

even with the sacks, it's all fine,

never can i blame my offensive line,

reward them for tryin, console them when cryin,

after it's all said and done celebrate em with fryin,

gettin red eyed and speaking our minds,

no censorship gets past green any time,

we boast and we whine, we drink and we laugh,

i try to join we but get stuck on a Kath,

a Jen or a Chelsea, what is healthy?

secretly i fight the daily urge to yell "help me!"

someone less stealthy, with the last ones personality,

with this ones ability to see a good pal in me,

maybe this gal i see and wish for is pointless,

until i stop and get over my past, i'll never join us.