I miss rolling blunts I miss the crackling of bowls I miss bubblers bubbling I miss bongs ripping I miss passing blunts with friends I miss long night car rides I miss being on the lookout I miss getting fat sacks I miss puffin pipes I miss smelling a fresh bag I miss the red eyes, the visine, the spray, and the gum I miss chewin on stems I miss wake n' bakin I miss getting baked with buddys I miss cookin delicious edibles I miss buying new pieces I miss naming those pieces I miss long walks getting stoned I miss outrageous smoke spots I miss meeting new people through the herb I miss the culture, the people, and the places I miss that oh so skunky, but yet fantastic smell I miss scrambling to stash the bud I miss getting more than I paid for I miss meeting new connects I miss long night smokeouts I miss hotboxing forts, cars, and rooms I miss the rush of the high I miss milking bongs I miss coughing up storms I miss smoking weed! My fellow blades, i miss it. weed is a culture, a medicine, a pastime. IMISSSMOKINGWEED! whos with me? and for all the other lucky smokers out there... keep toking! im feelin lonely without my mary jane