(420, ah)

High on happy, high on happy
High on happy, high on happy
High on happy, high on happy
High on happy, high on happy

High on happy, high on happy
High on happy, high on happy
High on happy, high on happy

Feelin' like someone else
So I'm sittin' in my room
Spin around on the floor
I walked away to walk right out of that door
Get off your feet and walk mop your head on that floor
Don't waste my time, gotta get up at 9
I grew inside the ground to find
It's true it's hard to stop (stop)

If you didn't know
Well I guess I'll sleep in tomorrow
If you didn't know
Well I guess I'll sleep in tomorrow
If you didn't know
Well I guess I'll sleep in tomorrow
(Cystic fibrosis)

(Crackhead fuckin' woo-boo dumb shit)
(Dumb shit)
(Woo-boo dumb shit)
(Dumb shit)