What It Is

They say the lights are always on and nobody's home

Say I got a muscle in my skull that's never grown

But it's a lot of pressure to be pretty and intelligent

Ya know?

Sometimes I sit and wonder how they got the time

To use me as a punching bag but, hey, I don't mind

'Cause I'd probably be cynical

If I were as ugly on the inside

But I like my grass blue and I like my weed green

I like to smoke it under a palm tree

And I'm covered in tattoos, think God still loves me

My Christmas lights stay up year-round and that don't bug me

You can keep your stones and sticks

'Cause I'm too stoned to give a shit

I am who I am

And it is what it is

My mama said use honey, sugar, and some spice

'Cause life's already difficult, you might as well be nice

Keep your nose in your own business

And know that everything will be just fine

But I like my grass blue and I like my weed green

I like to smoke it under a palm tree

And I'm covered in tattoos, think God still loves me

My Christmas lights stay up year-round and that don't bug me

You can keep your stones and sticks

'Cause I'm too stoned to give a shit

I am who I am

And it is what it is

Yeah, I like my grass blue and I like my weed green

I like to smoke it under a palm tree

And I'm covered in tattoos, think God still loves me

My Christmas lights stay up year-round and that don't bug me

You can keep your stones and sticks

'Cause I'm too stoned to give a shit

I am who I am

And it is what it is

Yeah, I am who I am

And it is what it is