Rolling up that shit that gave Gandalf his powers

High as shit, Harlem shaking in the rain shower

Baby rappers need some powder for the chafe

Quarter pound of sour strains in the briefcase

All business, double fist spliffs

Hit the park with the capicola, chopped for a picnic

Still kicking, gas in the Lincoln

Parmesan the hash till the whole whip stinks

Shit, P-U

Only one tree, baby boy

Be You

I know, I know, yup, yeah you too

Gorilla glue got me doing somersaults on Neptune

Tree Appleseed, wave from the saddle seat

Here to chew gum and seize means and the gum ain't cheap

Crumble up a quarter jug of fuzzy nuggets

Gold trim, mellow yellow, easy does it, damn

Mr. Elevator, I think that I went too high

Broke through the skyline to the sky

Mr. Elevator, I know that I crossed the line

But I wish I could say goodbye

Reporting live from wherever the fuck

The blunt's looking like an elephant trunk

Pinky up while the resin gets puffed

Smoking on that'04 President, dunce

That's Bodhisattva in the Oval Office

Homie caught a whiff and thought he saw a Stegosaurus

Real monsters, holding up my eyes with my hands, sleepwalking

Death upon his tail, knocking

Need a Swiss roll, super trooper, stupid fumes

Sun roof chimney, fishbowled Subaru

Tea party with the rainy day woman

Smacked from the couch lock, alligator boogers

That's sinning with the spinach

Grinning from the good giggles

Faded in the kitchen, Stu Pickles

Flame flicker, sticky icky, zip killer

Mr. Elevator, I think that I went too high

Broke through the sky line to the sky

Mr. Elevator, I know that I crossed the line

But I wish I could say goodbye