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Welcome my son to your very first day
So proud to be the one who brought you this way
I love you with all my heart
And my love is here to stay
But I cant help worrying will you eventually smoke weed?
Soon enough youll be walking
You and me hand in hand
The silly words youll be talkin
Only daddy can understand
Well go out making snowmen
Building castles in the sand
And all the time Im thinking, will this kid end up smoking weed?
But time keeps on going
And you keep on growin
Youre now six years old
Youre getting so good at your spellin
But my mind is always dwellin
On the fact that you could be the kind of guy
Who grows up and needs to smoke weed on the couch
All the time
All the time
So answer me this while youre lying in your little bed
Why must you insist on bein such a fkin pothead?
Theres other things in life
That can make you feel good
But you just keep on smoking your herb
You cant get enough of your precious, precious reefer
Where you getting all this money
To buy so much Hawaiian dope?