I'm getting on a feeling
I'm getting on a feeling
I'm so high I'm outside and sitting on the ceiling
Where I'm going to, there will be land with no lots
I'll go in glowing, knowing the plan is to grow pot
I'll be flipping off Boeings, and throwing rocks at yachts
I won't stop till the ticking's slowing on my biological clock
I don't want to bomb a nation, built on abomination
I've got an obligation just to spread my seed and raise them
I'll be higher than a plane when I'm looking like an Asian
'Cause the haze that I'll be tastin put me into meditation
My mind, steady racin, rhythm lock the pace in
Taking my imagination on vacation
Flow steady wet like a Florida basement
There ain't no more I can say, kid
I'm fin to get right, blaze a blunt up
If weed is something you don't like, just shut up
I swear that weed gives me life, like a 1up