I've been living on a nimbus
Come and crown me on a Olympus
Eating honey with my biscuits
Making spinach off a chicken
Point crossing at the crossroads
Pen against the paper, made me feel ad odds tho
I'm feeling awful
Blowing pot smoke on my nostrils
Feeling high, I'm out the Cosmos
Yeah, I'm a pirate after plunder
Trying to get me some more ganja
Mr. poet found his Wanda
Yeah, yeah, what you wonder
What you think
Go ahead and stash the bag under the sink
And go ahead and reload the gat and the clip
Go ahead and stash the bag under the sink
What you think about the stash, kid
Go ahead and reload the mag, kid
Go ahead, go around the stash with the cash
In the bag, go around looking for the snow caps
In the bag, going for the snow bunnies
Can't explain the words
So I reload the mag
Get it like that and I'm hiding my stacks