Orbit

I’m living in La La Land flying like Superman with a Swisher in each hand
littering and smoking whenever I can catch me packing a bowl breaking out the
hash oil & headband ready for lift off zoomin' baking out the room in a gas
mask too high to stay on task I’m always but you may ask an I act like it’s
legal I’ll light up in a crowed room full of
people with a pipe I’m «high class» chieffing out of expensive glass
an I brought a bic for assistance you can see me blazing from a distance
rolling up dank smoking until my mind is blank with a bag that’s top rank when
it comes to the weed I am a skank I thank every grower every caregiver &
glassblower cause I’m a weed whore everything is moving slower I’m elevating &
I won’t lower &
I will do this over & over & over
Ya say you «get high» now how high do ya get I got a problem getting high cause
I don’t know when to quit I like to stay lit an the sky is the limit I don’t
like to feel low so I’m up quite a bit I must be in orbit
I’m in orbit soaring around the planet like I was a pilot I don’t like smoking
in private but I’ll get high & forget about it packing sticky
lime green violet buds around here out of the atmosphere like George Jetson
I’ll appear out of the smoke like Willie Nelson holding a funny cigarette I’m
taking off like a fighter jet still floating promoting hydroponic plants I’m so
high that people look like ants levitating
when I’m fully baked escalating & never braked flying around the
nation not an imagination putting another blunt in rotation see me
with a castellation smoking around the space station I’ll be gone in a flash
but I’ll be right back with a joint filled with hash too many dabs
will make me crash I’m over the rainbow & your radar out of close
range like a star with the Devil’s cigar an no gravity watch me clear a bong
like Kirby casually circling around the moon like a marvellous cartoon I’m
getting high all afternoon