Woo Zen Wei
You can roll me
You can smoke me
You can put me out
You can roach me
You can toke me
You can cook me down
In the morning and the evening
Afternoon and night
Take me any where you go
Even on a hike
You can bake me
You can hate me
You can love me with a passion
You can smell me
You can sell me
You can put me in a jar
In the middle of the night
Heading for the kitchen
Ill be sitting there
With my stem in the middle
I bring danger
I like strangers
I'm often out of reach
I'm green, from the ground
I'll never bring you down
With your friends by your side
Guitars and a fire
Ill be by your side making everything
A little brighter
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