By me
I miss my bowl,
My sweet glass bowl,
I droped my bowl,
and broke my bowl,
I miss the days I used to toke it,
I had my own special way to smoke it,
I still remember my first toke,
The rush of smoke made me choke,
I still remember my first shotty,
It sent a tingle through my body,
Now I'm bowlless but these fine budz must get smoked so fer now I'm gonna hav'ta work with a tiny toke

