I feel the air is gone. I'm breathing my way. Past the end I'm gone. Out on the run. . Somber waves of light. Now they caress me. The psyche taking flight.
Hey, hey, Beotch, what did we smoke?. Damn, I can barely see the ground. Damn, baby, this ain't no joke. Somehow I don't think that I'm comin' down. Man, Grady, where did we go?.