I'm feeling like I'm just waking up, been stuck in dream
Everyone I know is asking ‘where the f** have you been?'
I'm saying, I live in my own world, yeah;
I live in my own world; [X2]
Yeah, and there's pot plants everywhere
You chop with machetes there, yeah, yeah its heaven there
No jobs and no taxes, so it's free trade
No police station, no police states
Life how it's s'posed to be, according to me
To every citizen, a bucket and a quarter of weed
So everybody's chilled out, this is my planet
Well, welcome to Juana World, this that I planted
If it's sick as I planned it, then, this is Titanic
But, skip the sh**ty ending; it ain't sinking in my thoughts
Every single person's equal here, that's gigantic
So don't ask how it works, just ask how can't it?
People always say I'm negative, I wish for positives
The problem is the world, on which I've been deposited
Of this I'm positive, it's just that everything is go
And I think we need it slowed, maybe even need some pause in it
Just waking up, been stuck in dream
Everyone I know is asking ‘where the f** have you been?'
I'm saying, I live in my own world, yeah;
I live in my own world; [X2] {I'm feeling like I'm}
Yeah, already wish I never woke up
Choked up, I can't stomach a world with no guts
Go nuts? I just might, so I stay holed up
Locked up inside my head, trying to hold up
Closed off, only ever happy when I doze off
I'm just trying to find my place, but I'm so lost
That sometimes I'm thinking, maybe my soul's lost
Trying to bridge my faults, but can't pay the toll cost
Trapped between an ‘Oh, God!' and ‘there's no God'
If the painter's perfect, how'd he paint this picture so flawed?
But, then I see the world for what it used to be
Beautiful; and I can't really say a thing, conclusively, truthfully
I hope there is a God, but hope is new to me
Usually a cynic, can't tell if it's born or how I grew to be
And this is why I spend my time sleeping
I start to get deep, then, I'm going off the deep end