Get lifted is what my friend used to say when he was going to smoke out. This is the kind of music they used to play at this hash house I used to go to. It would get people in the mood to buy whatever they were pushing at the time. I would smoke until I fell down the rabbit hole for days, that way I could avoid the bitterness of normal day to day life. Sometimes I would get so high I would actually forget my name or where I was staying or where I was born. When I could forget my shitty life, that’s when I knew I was doing some good shit.
