I just smoked the last of my weed, pray for me
Ganja God, who art stoned as fuck in Heaven, please bless this wonderful woman in her time of need.
Bestow upon her, by your hand, a good fuckin eighth of some dank ass green.
In Cheech and Chongs names we pray, Blaze it.
The story behind lobsters
is that they weren’t thought of as cuisine
until the 19th century. Before that
they were considered peasant food,
and most often served in prisons.
The story behind diamonds
is that they were just rocks until 1938
when there was a marketing campaign
that forever linked them with love.
The story about you is that you thought
I was so much more than I was.
The story behind art
is that it’s never a masterpiece
until it’s already been sold.
Once it already belongs to someone else.
The story behind us
is that once you finally had me, you had
no idea what I was worth.