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Welcome my son to your very first day |
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So proud to be the one who brought you this way |
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I love you with all my heart |
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And my love is here to stay |
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But I can't help worrying will you eventually smoke weed? |
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Soon enough you'll be walking |
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You and me hand in hand |
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The silly words you'll be talkin' |
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Only daddy can understand |
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We'll go out making snowmen |
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Building castles in the sand |
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And all the time I'm thinking, will this kid end up smoking' weed? |
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But time keeps on going |
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And you keep on growin' |
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You're now six years old |
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You're getting so good at your spellin' |
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But my mind is always dwellin' |
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On the fact that you could be the kind of guy |
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Who grows up and needs to smoke weed on the couch |
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All the time |
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All the time |
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So answer me this while you're lying in your little bed |
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Why must you insist on bein' such a ****in' pothead? |
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There's other things in life |
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That can make you feel good |
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But you just keep on smoking' your herb |
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You can't get enough of your precious, precious reefer |
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Where you getting all this money |
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To buy so much Hawaiian ****? |
