Rolling up that shit that gave Gandalf his powers
High as shit, Harlem shaking in the rain shower
Baby rappers need some powder for the chafe
Quarter pound of sour strains in the briefcase
All business, double fist spliffs
Hit the park with the capicola, chopped for a picnic
Still kicking, gas in the Lincoln, Parmesan the hash till the whole whip stinks
Shit, P-U!, only one tree, baby boy Be You
I know, I know, yup, yeah you too
Gorilla glue got me doing somersaults on Neptune
Tree Appleseed, wave from the saddle seat
Here to chew gum and seize means and the gum ain't cheap
Crumble up a quarter jug of fuzzy nuggets
Gold trim, mellow yellow, easy does it, damn
Mr. Elevator, I think that I went too high
Broke through the skyline to the sky
Mr. Elevator, I know that I crossed the line
But I wish I could say goodbye
Reporting live from wherever the fuck
The blunt's looking like an elephant trunk
Pinky up while the resin gets puffed
Smoking on that'04 President, dunce
That's Bodhisattva in the Oval Office
Homie caught a whiff and thought he saw a Stegosaurus
Real monsters, holding up my eyes with my hands Sleepwalking
Death upon his tail knocking
Need a Swiss roll, super trooper, stupid fumes
Sun roof chimney, fishbowled Subaru
Tea party with the rainy day woman
Smacked from the couch lock, alligator boogers
That's sinning with the spinach
Grinning from the good giggles
Faded in the kitchen, Stu Pickles
Flame flicker, sticky icky, zip killer
Mr. Elevator, I think that I went too high
Broke through the sky line to the sky
Mr. Elevator, I know that I crossed the line
But I wish I could say goodbye
