What The Hell Are We Even Doing Anymore - Blog Posts

Red the proud loud guy we adore *DID I GET TOO HIGH?* NO SMOKE IT UP MORE!

So gray's in the back hitting back in here, He's puffing out the blunts like Bill the shrill Send home the Gard'nist Green's got weed to unlock the lock in your heart if you please, Now (start) rolling those tapes, Give blue the base

And puffy that fiddigle all over the place

We're in the minimall! Puffin the blunt an' all! We like to smoke it all! Welcome to tally hall!

We're in the minimall!

Puffin the blunt an' all!

We like to smoke it all!

Welcome to tally hall! Can i get a flick? *lighter sound* Click off the switch And we'll ignite the night with a swish Smoking blunts you wanna feel, And the world will disappear, Then you'll be glowing in the dark Lighting up the park

(Revealing that that the hall is the place that aims to please) (With unpredictable trips and some novelties) (So flavorful, so delectable) (Some well-hidden smoke's undetectable!) Like I might rap like that crackhead Jack Take you by the shitters and I'll kick your sack

You didn't think we had the gall? Well fuckin' WELCOME TO TALLY HALL

(We're a home grown tonic) (Non-mechanic) (We're rocking with the all green homies with tonics) (A quick distraction a chemic attraction) (Got a fif'y in the pocket for a blunt?) Rock. Hey ho, don't you know? Its a good old fashioned puffin' show That's right, quite the set We're the marionette quintet (tell me if you can come up with a line for this, I couldn't) We think we're got some in a bag, And we'd love to give you all a tad, (whoo)

We think we're got some in a bag, And we'd love to give you all a tad, (Yarr)

We think we're got some in a bag, And we'd love to give you all a tad,

*Cheering*

Why the hell did i write this

I DONT REMEMBER MAKING THIS HELP ME