your knees on my knees
im sitting straight up on the top step
your backs on the wall of the stoop
we're sitting enjoying our time with friends
you have a blunt between your fingers and a technicolor bathing suit top on
frenching the smokes from your lips to your nostrel
Im looking at the dawn of the sun
theres really no explination more
my dreams make a rich mans reality poor
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