I use to smoke weed with my dad in high school
Now I rarely get high cause I'm to high off of life too
Remember when I had the bike with the light dude?
We use to ride all night, till the sun came up
Came back and we played excite bike
Bright like those nights in the summer
When the sun would set just right
Ugh, now it's on till six in the morn
Got my Mick swagger back, rolling stone
So sincere pass the Sancerre
Tell the haters in the back I ain't going home
Fly like Boeing, I move through the clouds like FalKore
My child like empress oh how you've grown
So much of you I have yet to explore
Now everyone wants to cope a feel
Got that magic David Copperfield
Got that rev like a chopper feel
Got me seeing red like a poppy field
Tell why you can't just be real
Everyone's cold like carbon steel
Ok I see the sex, the clothes, the look
But god damn what the hell happened to the appeal?
Oh well time will tell if white people will
Ever stop with divide and kill
But that's another game like let's make a deal
That's another flame like let's a make a hell
That's another shame ring of the church bell
That's another lame psst like I couldn't tell
That's another lane sorry I couldn't tell
Pass the champagne and oh grab the steering wheel
Ohhh isn't this night so lovely?
Makes me appreciate the way you love me
But I'm sure that soon you'll shrug me
But for now just hug me
Thanks for the kiss
If bliss exists it must feel like this
Feeling so biggie but my names not Chris
Feeling so jiggy but my names not Smith
Uh, and it feels so right
Feel so high like I caught a flight
Move so fast like the speed of light
The feeling you get when good friends reunite
Yeah, and I don't wanna go home
Don't really no where to call my home
All I really know is that I'm on my own
All I really know is that I'm in my zone
Your word's can't hurt me sticks and stones
Broke to many hearts and not enough bones
Obie won flow watch attack of the clones
Sit back watch rap become attack of the drones
And it's all so drab, blah blah blah gab gab gab
Kid's from the sticks wanna rap I always tell them
Stick with the guitar and pony tail Willie nelson
Slow your roll for a sec, be yourself son
Everybody rushing these days, Boris Yeltsin
Where you fell from just tell them
I ain't going back fuck that I came to win
Done