A Cowrite with Anthony Camporeale. Inspired by Marcus Chiriboga. Enjoy! 

I got a baggy                           
a baggy for me
and this baggies gunna be smoked as i please
yes i please do please another baggy
a tranquil fragrance to breath
AAAHHHHHHhhh

I dont get high any more
smokin these spliffs is such a chore
keep burnin down dont know what for
cause i dont get high any more

whats this i found my long lost baggy
and i left some for me
back to an every day bilbo baggy
with a homeless gandalf under a tree
oh here comes samwise ganga
oh no its the police
AAAAHHHHHHhhhhh

I dont get high any more
doin hard time is such a chore
sotaly tober osiffer has locked the door
now i dont get high any more

I dont get high any more
doin hard time is such a chore
sotaly tober osiffer has locked the door
now i dont get high any more

I dont get high anymore (baggie song)

Heart Beat

Just another cynic love letter
Taken from the notebook in her brain
Time would scorn she should know better
Than go digging through the trash
Wondering where he ditched her heart
So she starts in the gutter
With the loose men packin smack
Swingin to the broken
Please help me get it back
How quickly they embrace her
Opening the doors no one thought to look
And that was all it took to send her down
In a quiet room
Kids with tattoo guns
Painting new names
Haunted
By the same fresh laundry scent
Of an ex lover removing warm clothes

Their absence staining the world with a generic brand
So carve in ink trash smells better


JosephRiverLuna