we all love that purple haze, rollin
those big-ass blunts and blaze, falling
on the couch, high as planes, hungry
chewing chocolate bars and lays, bluring
vision stares at a certain point, calling
my girlfriend up to smoke a joint, crawling
up to the kitchen for some coke, running
back to hitting that bong then choke, funny
how i start bussing dumb rhymes, replying
the same shit a thousand times and counting
how can you start a new day in the morning
without a small glass of milky way pouding
burning up more trees than a forest fire, heating
my brain up till it steams like a curling iron.
pass on the wacky tobacky
puff the sticky icky icky...
can't write no hook,lazy as fuck
so pass on that funky stuff...