I'm good
The stereo plays in my car
I'm good
Memories of this hit me hard
I'm good
I'm puffing these trees, hella tough
I'm good
Thought you were made of stoner stuff
I'm good
The older days
Some say in many ways
Were like the better days
But man I can't relate
I love the present
I love the present
I love the present
The present
My head
My heart
My wallet
My head my heart my wallet
I'd lose them all before the first act
We know, you called this like a profit
Because the whole world
It leads to nothing
Believe in no one
Believe in no one
You trust in Jesus
But trust in Jesus
Nobody wants you
Nobody wants you
Oooh it's nicer than it seems
Your shattered dreams
Dreams...
No more
No more
No more candy
No more
No more
No more what you asked me