Hook: Ah can you feel it feel it rushed out the door with a strange feeling No goodbyes did you think I was leaving Guess its a last minute trip On and on and on with the daily stresses of life Light up a pipe your bright Now I need more than the flight Put it on autopilot for the rest of the night Give me certified sikes 95s smugglers price I need to go and get gone Get lost so I can find myself And pack my bags but got em full of something else Im from a nuclear family imploding on itself Drive through the desert no water hoping you wish me well Wishing well quarters for pink piggy banks Burning man burning now Im lost in the ranks (Spanish) Watching the tequila sun rise So many vultures in the sky Circling my ride you would think its feeding time Hook Guess its a last minute trip
Its a minute past diminish not a minute past later Getting travel tips of a carlos casternator Ive taken journeys before but never this intact Pushed on the door to explore now I cant go back What a mess Clean toe but we know that each sole The center of its world till it elopes And the sky dives high off a cliff Grand canyon Cant see the heavens if your feet are still standing Junior Reality is tryin to ruin ya Ride with me forget about the bullsh** pursuing ya Woulda packed bags but this trip just wasnt planned And whats a man need but the water and the land Pick a song and 6 plants pocket full of high Quit your day job theyll just dock it till you die Pick up a pink slip and follow with the tribe And be sure to send a post card from the other side Goodbye