Up In the Clouds

I just got home, so it's time to roll up.
It's time for a blunt, a bowl's just not enough.
I hate waiting so long for it to be lit,
but it is all so worth it once you take that magical first hit.

Puff Puff Pass, and then it goes to my friend.
Don't you ever wish your blunt would never end?
She looked at me and said, "Let's go outside."
Then I thought, even better, "Yo, Burn Ride!"

Turn the stereo on, listen to some Bob Marley.
"Do you taste this weed?" Shit is gnarly.
As you finish that blunt, you believe that you can fly.
But then you realize, "I'm just so fucking high."