All I’m seein’ is the flashes from this bic lighter
Choppin trees up in this paper, keep my mind excited
And why I’m writin’ how I feel, just cause I be smokin’ on that real
Why I gotta say it all the time, they like chill
Thats the bullshit I been talkin’ bout, yee I’mma fuck
Hands get ta tuckin’, start puffin’, still fuck em
This is just another spaceship tour
I’m in a cloud at 30 thousand tryna bake some more
Oh but fuck, I’m so high up, all the smoke I been inhalin’ got my eyes shut
I feel I’m so far away though, my spaceship, I think I’m goin’ out my range
I’m gone (I’m gone), I don’t really see anyone
I’m gone (I’m gone), I don’t know what to do, know what to say
I feel like I’m in another zone, and so I’m puffin’ all day
I’m just floatin’ away,(I’m just floatin’ away, I’m just floatin’ away)