[Verse 1]
Smokin' on the sticky of the finest got me sittin' on a island
Chillin' with a picket sign while screaming peace and f** the violence
I'm on cloud nine (yeah) its about time (yeah) to about face and face reality [?] cause
The high is gone now, the light to life is on now
It's shining on all of my problems, time solve 'em, that's ironic
Cause the lack of chronic causes me to vomit
Anything that doesn't lead to graduating with the honors, honestly I'd rather not
But I gotta find a way to fix society cause if I don't who's gonna hire me?
And that's the irony, it causes me to let off all this steam like I was ironing
Ironically, the sh** I'm sparking be the sh** that's haunting me
But there's no way that I can cope with life without my bong of weed