| Floatin to the ceilin' ain’t always what it seems |
| Sometimes I’m in my feelins like a couple e’s |
| I feel like I’m infected like some kinda disease |
| I never know when to expect it but I just gotta breathe |
| Just gotta breathe, my brotha |
| Just got to know when you should leave, my brotha |
| I don’t wanna believe but it seems my brotha |
| That sativa ain’t the one to peel back covers |
| Every now an then I like to go for the change |
| An every single time that strain’ll go straight for my brain |
| An I feel crazy like verything’s is maybe affecting m |
| In ways that always brings me back to the part where I’m hating |
| Everything and not relating to the fact that I’m just paranoid |
| An I can’t get out my own head I just can’t avoid |
| I’m shaking and I can feel my nerve breaking |
| Everything so berating, I just feel like middle fing waving |
| Don’t let me smoke by myself |
| I get lost inside my head |
| I know I need top shelf professional help |
| But I just turn to weed instead |
| They don’t want me to smoke by my self (My self) |
| Don’t believe me then take a look at my face (My face) |
| They don’t want me to smoke by my self (My self) |
| Cause they know I’m a professional head case (Head case) |