One Hitter and the Two-Toke Kid

My friend
the pipe
the stash
I swipe
In hash and ripe green glory
We stick together

Gnash my fingers
He's ready to light
We never fight
about who'll get the first turn
ever
either
anyway

She don't pack much more than a punch
It's just enough to get the blood pumping
It's just enough
She don't pack much more than a punch
It's just enough to get the blood pumping
It's just enough

Call me when you're not to sore
So I can score
I don't mean to be a bother or bore
Call me when you're ready
to make that dollar
Tug on my collar

"No, friend
I haven't forgotten you just yet
Now come again,"

She don't pack much more than a punch
It's just enough to get the blood pumping
It's just enough
She don't pack much more than a punch
It's just enough to get the blood pumping
It's just enough

"My friend,
our paths will never cross again
You'll wait for me at the end,
won't you?"
"No . . . never"
"My friend,
will you wait for me at the end?"
"No . . . never again."