Here I sit in the mornin light,
smokin a j and feelin right,
wonderin if its rolled to tight,
cause it wants to just fight.

My trusty bong is at my side,
in its bowl the j will hide,
the cool smoke will just slide,
and make my eyes look fried.

Out of the house I must flee,
with a fat sack for you to see,
soon you will smile with glee,
hittin that doobie with me.
motorcycletony222 Reviewed by motorcycletony222 on . Come ejoy my erb Here I sit in the mornin light, smokin a j and feelin right, wonderin if its rolled to tight, cause it wants to just fight. My trusty bong is at my side, in its bowl the j will hide, the cool smoke will just slide, and make my eyes look fried. Rating: 5