Drugs

Rat attitude and my nose is a-runny
I like you lots but you think that I’m a dummy
Can I pick you up to be at my buddies and chill
We’ll ham it down in my Plymouth Barracuda
Huffin' and a puffin' on that BC Buddha
Don’t worry about it sugar you’ve got nothing to lose
Come along and take a ride with me
I’ll make some space in my dirty back seat
I’ll break the creedence and push the pedal to the metal around town
We’ll laugh about this tomorrow
Cause times like this I hope will follow
(I hope they follow me)