Anyhow 

I just smoked my lungs like a furnace

Slurring all my words speak in cursive

Ask how much she got she say a surplus

What is going on I'm not certain

Say I smoke too much that's on purpose

I'm just chilling like I'm Bob Dylan

Somebody's missing oh think he's in the kitchen

I'm so stoned that I'm rolling through the ceiling

That's how it goes gotta doze off the feeling

I don't wanna think I just wanna sing

Tear my fingers up all on the strings

When I was a kid heard Find Your Wings

Now I'm flying high so inspiring

Everything I say yeah I gotta mean

Might be an outcast but I'm fresh and clean

Cough too hard think I hurt my spleen

Smoke too much I'm about to green out

Anyhow