Nevada

I woke up nose face down in the dirt
The nature around has wiped that smirk
And once it punched me to the curb
I just got up and I smoked some herb
Well let me tell ya about that place
It was desolate without a fuckin' trace
The GPS couldn’t find our case
We felt like a rat race in a maze
Well let me give ya straight face
The wheel base is beyond fucked
My legs feel like they’re beyond fucked
The dealer we saw was beyond fucked
The wind interrupts our fat blunt
Ay, pullin, into the desert
This is our definition of resort
The terrain makes us reframe
From seeing pain and assigning blame
Never seen land like this before
Makes me forget about Al Gore
I’m just sitting on the rocks I work on the score
You’re proving once again why you’re such a whore
I’m eating your pussy but it makes me bored
I’d rather spend cradling a gourd
I know one night I’ll find my sword
And then by a week I swear I’ll soar
And if you truly find that you’re sore
I can sit and open a Coors
Well let me give ya straight face
The wheel base is beyond fucked
My legs feel like they’re beyond fucked
The dealer we saw was beyond fucked
The wind interrupts our fat blunt
Images of a sandy utopia
Makes the mind think it’s got hyperopia
It’s even worse its cyclopia
Listen here don’t try opium
True death in the land of air
But sand in the air will take my breath
Breath of the free and the ignorant
Ignorant will take like Macbeth
Die in the road or pass for survivors
Don’t even fret we’re just outsiders
We’re really only looking for supply fires
By the chance do you have a lighter?