Me and my yeyo we fly far away from my, woman's a drag, think she's on the rag again
I'm on my way packed a bag drove to L.A. Left my woman behind, think she's doin' fine
So I get high. I get high
Me and my yeyo we cry, sit and jones for awhile, take a drag
I think I need a blast again
Roll up my sleeve, find a vein for my meed, lord I feel so ashamed
Does Jesus know my name?
So I get high
I get high
So very high
Me and my yeyo get high, hear the train running through my parade, ruining my charade. Me and my yeyo we die getting high