Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.
Couple of artists got words for me, that's never fun. They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come.
It's my birthday, I'll get high if I want to.
I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my set. I just give everybody a piece of this and make do with what's left.
I'm in the mood to get faded, so please bring your finest.
How bout you and all your morals in that outfit that you borrowed/Make the most out of tonight and worry bout it all tomorrow.