Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
You need to be careful
when smoking the devils lettuce
it's killed many before you
and you'll be no exception Billy
so what do ya say
it's about time to quit smoking right
Nope
I smoke loud and it's lit as a cherry
when you put me in the ground
grow weed where I'm buried
I smoke till I'm high like taxes
you can die by the book
let me find them matches
amount to ashes
alleviate the anguish
it leaves in the fire the tree get cremated
the return of the red eye no need for Visene
chief weed in my sleep that's a pipe dream
we got signed and ever since then
it's like I'm mailing packs at the frequency I send stems
highly impaired couldn't be higher it's true
put it in the air
fill the entire room
You need to be careful
when smoking the devil’s lettuce
it's killed many before you
and you'll be no exception Billy
so what do ya say
it's about time to quit smoking right
I just puffed it once and I'm done for
smoke hit my lungs hard as f*ck
blunt force
exhaled a hit
it grew hands and started choking me
bagged the last two grams
tied it with a rosary
I said f*ck it
plus a hail Mary and flushed it
appeared right back as a blunt like I never touched it
holes grow in my flesh close to death
While I still hold breath tryna smoke the rest
seeing as how I'm rotting I am probably doomed
but I'm a go out with a sonic boom
I said f*ck it
you only die once
lit it up and erupted to a cloud of guts
Oh, Yowzers! Judging by the holes in his lungs
that hit hurt
old Joey might've over indulged himself this time
let's see if he survives the night
Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
Oh Poor Lee
He doesn't look so hot now does he
One too many puffs has him feeling all topsy turvey
hopefully tonight he'll learn his lesson
I'm getting high at all cost
regardless of the method
everybody dies you should probably except it
whatever this weed is doing to me
is definitely not groovy trapped in this horror movie
inanimate objects are talking now
he needs some milk
somebody better fucking talk me down
the smell of rotting flesh continues to linger
your too stoned to notice
you smoked your own finger
a dead ringer for a sad excuse
a prime example of occult level drug abuse
and to tell the truth
tonight I'll try to survive the night
and if not then at least I'll die high right
Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
Don't blow my high
I might die tonight
