I’m so high I’m in outer Space jus in case I disappear without a trace remember this face before my memory gets erased make sure u hit em below the belt or is it waist drugs got my brain cells fucken misplaced it’s air my brain now has to embrace weed isn’t just a plant now it’s been fucken laced another Great Depression we’re all bout to face a new generation they’re all a disgrace no more sniffin glue in kindergarten or eating the paste Scarfing down food not even bothering to say grace running from cops the pigs pursuing the chase not even the fat ones can keep up the pace Graffiti on walls buildings defaced higher than planets so high we in outer space only God can judge its his judgement we all have to face not a home run stuck on 1st base trying to make it home or just to home plate it’s up to ourselves our own choices we make given free will so we will choose our own fate will the devil be waiting or St. Pete at heavens gate I’m still so fucken high I’m in outer space so my decisions I made for me it’s to late the majority of masses can all relate