So high up in the sky I begin to fly, gravity know longer exerts force upon me and I think you know why.
Smokin’ on my medicine, not knowing what universe my head is in, feeling lit up like Thomas Edison.
Blowing smoke, cough to get more high but never choke. feeling woke, It’s not a joke my true heart spoke.
Begin to levitate, don’t want your hate, Don’t know my fate but it will have to wait Grab a bong we’re getting baked!