I just smoked my lungs like a furnace
Slurring all my words speak in cursive
Ask how much she got she say a surplus
What is going on I'm not certain
Say I smoke too much that's on purpose
I'm just chilling like I'm Bob Dylan
Somebody's missing oh think he's in the kitchen
I'm so stoned that I'm rolling through the ceiling
That's how it goes gotta doze off the feeling
I don't wanna think I just wanna sing
Tear my fingers up all on the strings
When I was a kid heard Find Your Wings
Now I'm flying high so inspiring
Everything I say yeah I gotta mean
Might be an outcast but I'm fresh and clean
Cough too hard think I hurt my spleen
Smoke too much I'm about to green out