In the oil well We sit around in here for days It’s relaxing We do alright, I can’t complain The mood is chronic Felt something burning through my feet Looking back now on it I’m not quite as down as I thought I’d be
In the oil well It is a wet smell Could leave tomorrow But why should I go?
I’ve got marijuana I don’t wanna do that much I’m disappointing I’m not concerned, I’m in no rush All of my time, none of it’s mine Nothing is mine
In the oil well A scent, a stain upon my lips Watch the water From brown to black with every sip
In the oil well It is a wet smell I’d leave tomorrow But why should I go?
I’ve got marijuana I don’t wanna do that much I’m disappointing I’m not concerned, I’m in no rush All of my time, none of it’s mine Nothing is mine