Saturday, October 18, 2008
Official Song of the FOOSKERS
We be “Rolling Stoned”, and I aint talking bout “Classic Rock”,
Climbing Fastest to the top, feelin all inhibitions Drop,
When we smoke the POT, feels like a Bison hit the chest,
Then we Puff some more joint and pass it to the left.
When I’m high my vision is blurred and hazed,
The brains A Maze, all confused and dazed,
The Dopes a blessing, Hits u harder than Ali,
Wounds u’d be dressing, with Happyness and glee.
We get high on GRASS, like folks at wimbledon,
Fly to Mt. Everest, Glide thru the Grand Canyon,
We no good without out it, the Magnificent Shit.
It’s big, larger than life, like Pam’s Silicon tits.
- Adwait Deshpande
Climbing Fastest to the top, feelin all inhibitions Drop,
When we smoke the POT, feels like a Bison hit the chest,
Then we Puff some more joint and pass it to the left.
When I’m high my vision is blurred and hazed,
The brains A Maze, all confused and dazed,
The Dopes a blessing, Hits u harder than Ali,
Wounds u’d be dressing, with Happyness and glee.
We get high on GRASS, like folks at wimbledon,
Fly to Mt. Everest, Glide thru the Grand Canyon,
We no good without out it, the Magnificent Shit.
It’s big, larger than life, like Pam’s Silicon tits.
- Adwait Deshpande
