Stoner with a Boner

They go to places even real estate agents never did, they get dealers, who have their stash, quite a clean chit.. Maal, the translation to drugs you score, the club, awaits you with an open door.. Stoner on the road, stoner on the tracks, stash in my sock, hidden inside a case in my bag pack.. The stoner with a boner is the Man many want to be, the man with a joint and on the other side the same guy fiddling with a chick's G.. No shadying, they get their way with no bowing.. Came along the feminine gender, wanting to explore the stick, not the penis this time, they stare down the road, the sky, while tinkles that wind chime.. Gazing on a chase, life on a 'Blaze', they're the stoner's born, the stars of the night torn.. When age will take a toll, either they'd rise, or their soul.. They don't need no laughing club, just an early morning Gola of weed before a dump, following the same night came along a fleet of girls, one of out five, want to stone hump.. The stoner and his boner, get life to 'rise', an addiction if tomorrow, "Hi Rehab, fuck it's all jeopardized".. The boner cries till it's out of 'tears' due to the damage within, the stoner lies injected with more, immune to traffic within.. The stoner with a boner dies an early age, but those years live to yell a tale, of a life style, raged and engaged..