No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed. 'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach. The level of the game that we die to see. I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free.
Yes sir. Nappy roots. Well I gotta go. Aww alright. . I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in. So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within. It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear.