Owen Piehl - Penjamin Weather (Sweater Weather Parody) Lyrics

All I have
Is a pen
I just got it from a friend of a friend
It makes me geeked
But I can't
Find nothing better so I'll use it again
Through the sleeves of my sweater
They're stained with the mixture
I'm in the clouds and it's not getting better
One more hit and I'll be yours
Anymore and I just might choke oh
She knows what I drink about
And I'm drinking now
One puff
Breathe out
Don't cough
Come down
You're running out
Something I don't really want you knowing about
No no no
Cause you're too gone
To be here or out
So let me hold
In my lungs I'm
A black market hitter
And it may just take your breath away
I don't mind if its not much to pay
Sometimes the substance fogs your mind
Sometimes you feel so far away
The smell's stuck in this place
The minute that the pen reaches to your face
And then I watch you waste
Have another and another cause you love the chase yeah
My carts are yours
Every one will make you breathe harder for
I lied I need you more
You're sleeping on the floor
I'm not coming down
One puff breathe out
Don't cough
Come down
You're running out
It sucks till you find out
Something I don't really want you knowing about
No no no
Cause you're too gone
To be here or out
So let me hold
In my lungs I'm
A black market hitter
Too gone
To be here or out
So let me hold
In my lungs I'll
Never be a quitter
Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh you're
Stoned
Oh oh you're
Stoned
Cause you're too gone
To be here or out
So let me hold
In my lungs I'll
Never be a quitter
Too gone
To be here or out
So let me hold
In my lungs I'll
Never be a quitter