[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