Drift away on a puffy cloud go away on a puffy cloud my brain is dead from too much pot cuz (gene)(dean) + I smoke too much pot cloudy cloudy cloudy
Old queen cole gotsta take control you drinkin' whiskey and wine and it tastes just fine 4 U now nicki life is gettin' tricky and you're runnin' outta
Squelch the little weasel crush him before he spawns break it to me gently but with merriment and song squelch the little weasel juice him as he bleeds
I feel a tick in my head and he's sucking on my head in the morning I'll be dead if he doesn't leave my head why can't he go away why does he have to
Whooa, yeah, whoa, whoa, yeah Yeah yeah yeah, ahhhhhh, whoa, whoa, yeah The lights go out, the smell of doom I'll bet is creeping into your lonely
You fucked up you bitch you really fucked up you fucked up you fuckin' nazi whore you dicked me over but now you'll pay you fucked up aaaahhh
lordy lordy lord I'm comin' home in a dream said he was comin' boognish was risin' up from the mist he held the scepter of wealth and power he said, 'by god
Morgan's pain succumbs to the frame in a zany combination of wayne's pet youngin' astral plane conversing lame in a zany combination of wayne's pet
