Three years been smoking My body clocks burning I'm wasting time Hitching a ride With you on this dead-end road Just going with the flow Always fucked You girl giving me shit Way too long You've been running through my head What I should've said was
No I don't want another joint I'm feeling high as shit And I'm getting to the point Of going down And there I'm tearing out my hair I can't even sing a single thing So what now?
Now that I'm past all this I'm spun out and I'm pissed I'm on my own With time To think about all of the things That I should've done didn't try When really The answer was so super clear to me Oh what all goes running through my head What I should've said was
No I don't want another joint I'm feeling high as shit And I'm getting to the point Of going down And there I'm tearing out my hair I can't even sing a single thing So what now?