End of Paris Story

[Spoken Word]
And we sit in my car, bro, I don't even know how long, for like an hour
And I'm just like "Damn, I'm high as shit, I shoulden't have done this shit. I'm gonna get, fuckin' arrested again. Like, somebody's gonna catch me or she gon' make me pee again, told me it was over after I peed once, I don't wanna have to do that shit again!"
Fuckin' in there, panickin' in the car with this nigga, he just sat there with me, we just high as shit. Just like "damn"
I'm sure I was blowin' his shit but I was like "Fuck, I should not be doin' this."
But, I was like "Damn, I really missed this shit, and now I'm like not even enjoying that shit" and it was like "Dang, man."
And I was high as shit the whole time, so it was kinda lit but it was like "Fuck!", I was scared as fuck I was gonna get it again, like arrested, I was like "Shit!"
But yeah, moral of the story: "I was just like high as fuck, because I had a low ass tolerance and it was kinda fun, very nostalgic to smoke with my friend again, but damn, uhm, yeah, but I continued to smoke after. Like immediately, like the next day."
Yo man I'm fucked up I don't know if I-
Aw!