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THANKS FOR WATCHING. PLS LIKE, COMMENT AND SUBCRIBE TO MY CHANNEL. #Sticky Fingers Bloodshot Eyes #420 Music For A Stoners Soul #Stoner Blues #420Music #knlyrics #lyrics #video #music #edit #viral #youtube #youtubemusic #usuk #fyp Lyrics: "Sticky Fingers Bloodshot Eyes" "420 Music For A Stoners Soul" (Stoner Blues) (Intro – Music) M I stay strong, yeah I stay Sedated when the smoke hits my brain. All my troubles get eliminated. Blunts on my lips, let the ember glow bright, Faded and gone. Ain’t Putting up a fight — Indica haze. Got me lost in the zone, deep in the smoke. I’m home all alone. I’m keeping my mind lit and keeping my soul stone. Cush clouds got me floating — ain’t no coming down. Pain drifts away with every puff I drown. Memories fade like ash in the wind. In this haze, I find peace where the hurt begins. Sticky fingers and bloodshot eyes, I light it up and watch my pain subside. Lost in the green where the hurt don’t rise, Ain’t no stress, just a peaceful high. Drifted away in this cush coma high, Ain’t no pain, I’m lost in the sky. Couch lock brain bake, mind stays fried, Ain’t no worries when I watch my stress die. Smoke in my chest, let the ember burn. Slow. Blind ashes blowing where the lost souls go. Let the indica hit, let the memories fade. I exhale the past and watch it drift away. I’m chasing ghosts through the fog of my mind, Hoping to forget What I left behind. Sticky fingers and bloodshot eyes, I light it up and watch my pain subside. Lost in the green where the hurt don’t rise, Ain’t no stress, just a peaceful high. Rolling another, let the fire ignite. Burning these problems one puff at a time. Greened out, smoked out, lost in the mist. In the sinica fog, I don’t feel like I exist. My soul stays elevated, my mind stays medicated. Pain tried to creep in, but it’s all been sedated. Blazed and baked, watching time fade slow In this cush cloud, I ain’t got nowhere to go. I’m a shadow now, just smoke in the breeze. Caught in the haze when my broken heart freeze. Sticky fingers and bloodshot eyes, I light it up and watch my pain subside. Lost in the green where the hurt don’t rise, Ain’t no stress, just a peaceful high. Let the indica take me home tonight. No more pain, no more fights. Drifted away where the cush clouds lie. Sticky fingers and bloodshot eyes. In this smoke I fade, let my spirit fly — Where the hurt is gone and the echoes die.