Don't mind the lyrics

I didn't smoke, not even a single drag,

Yet I felt stoned, like a rebel flag.

Cloud of weed filled the air,

A witch's brew none could spare.

Seven cups of tea, sweet as a sin,

Mind went rogue, as the sugar kicked in.

High on energy, high on spree,

Inducing the humour, setting it free.

Never knew then, what fueled this ride,

I kissed my phone, swallowing my pride.

No joint in hand, yet I touched the sky,

Just inhaled that shit and said goodbye.

Cracked my jokes like a crazy little man,

Punched a dude, then threw a can.

I sang a song, I rhymed a verse,

The day ended on a pleasant curse.