It's pretty bad news, man
Just forget it...
Oh man....
Ohhh...
I blew it man...
No way...
(reggaejunkiejew)
(yeah, you gotta do that man)
Nah nah, second verse
Float - float away on a cotton ball
We write songs about the clouds
My brain is dead from too much pot
'cause (gene) (dean) and i smoke too much pot