I smoke weed for breakfast, I drink lean for breakfast. I take mollies, I take Xanax, I can't eat no breakfast. Half a pound for breakfast, two grams of molly, breakfast.
I pick up my smile, put it in my pocket. Hold it for a while, try not to have to drop it. Men are not to cry, so how am I to stop it?. Keep it all inside, don't show how much she rocked ya.
Sweet talkin' hippie. Cross your killin' floor, baby. Gonna come a little closer. 'Cause you know I want more, baby. . Don't run off. Don't you be afraid of me.
Come on everybody take a trip with us. Gonna raise some hell gonna raise a fuss. Cost you a dollar if you care to see. So belly 'em on up and tell me what'll it be.
Well, here I am in a roadside stew. You're checking to see if I'm alright, I'm looking up at you. Well, I'm okay, I've been here before. You know I have an ass to land on and that's what it's for.