J&G

 It's Friday mornin, where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
Cos I wanna get high like a plane
in the sky with the indo cloud in my brain
Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
so I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors cos the shit is so sticky
that it's gettin on my fuckin fingers
But it's smokeable, double tokeable
I got the one-hit that, where the bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the goddamn centre
To get pregnated lookin joint, fuck it
I can smoke it and I still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale exhale
Dope.

Dope.

(Source: binnielove, via insects-ligaments)

Dope.

Dope.

(Source: unnatural-beauty, via insects-ligaments)

70’s

70’s

(Source: underage-rebellions, via insects-ligaments)

Fuck.

Fuck.

(via insects-ligaments)

Too bomb.

Too bomb.

(Source: sickatunde)

Thug Life.

Thug Life.

(Source: madfuture)

….

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(Source: sydnifloats, via wecanplayallnight)

Kim.

Kim.

(via insects-ligaments)

Box.

Box.

(via insects-ligaments)

scarlett.

(via mytasteinwomen)