Dopesmoker by Sleep
Dopesmoker by Sleep
(pioneers of the stoner/desert-rock genre)
Drop out of life with bong in hand, follow the smoke to the Riff Filled Land.
Fee by Phish
(Dude, can't you spell?)
Floyd is dead; he's nothing but a ripple cause Milly took that paper and sliced him on the nipple
Enter a Uh by John Frusciante
(WHAT IS THIS!?!?!?)
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We are the absolute wrong people to try to show this to.
We are cunts. Every one of us, down to a man
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