I can be wrong, I can be wrong but something lies the astral skies, can't get these pictures off my mind smoking sunshine, can't get my feet back on the ground the astral skies, they keep me rolling ... rolling high I can be right, I can be right but something lies the astral skies, can't get these pictures off my mind smoking sunshine, can't get my feet back on the ground the astral skies, they keep me rolling ... rolling high they keep me rolling high like if I smoked a million, we have got a mountain full of speed we take another one for his millions, we have got a forest full of weed we're smoking anything we can do, we're breathing sound into the sky we keep them rolling high but that's why I keep falling because I never thought these pictures in broken gla** could ever come again ...And now I burn I wanna give it to you huney