[Instrumental Intro]

I bought a lid
It was good sh*t
there’s nothin’ finer
that I ever rolled
It was real fresh, man
just took one hit
I started lurchin’
then I passed out cold
That sh*t took its toll

When I came to I smoked another bowl
Stoned me to my soul

[instrumental break]

I hope it’s understood
that sh*t was real good
I got this notion
from where I don’t know
Thoughts entered my mind
Weird omens and signs
Their teachings; urgent
Future; they foretold
New World’s did unfold

Like Brain Detergent; cleared my head of mold
Hit me like a pole

[instrumental break]

Needed no urging
smoked another bowl
I felt this merging
with some older soul
I was not certain
what would be my role
And then my girlfriend said,
“Wake up, Asshole”

D’oh, du-uu-ude…