Just stick to this road huh?nnFuck it I thought I'm soldnI strolled on down the roadnIn seawalk mode to the Wizard I'm told nBut hold up this road's fucked with twists and turnsnI'm havin no luck as my vanilla blunt burnsnI'm seein trees with faces, bushes that walknAnd as far as I can see nobody drawn in chalknAnd the sky's bright green sometimes it's kinda pinknIm'a twist another blunt here sit down and thinknHow the fuck, what the fuck, who the fuck and whennWhat the fuck I'm doin here I woulda think it dependsnThen again I gotta get the fuck home before longnCause the first of the month is comin on, I'm gonenLet me spark my shit right quick, I'm outta heren(Ay, yo homie let me getta hit of that blunt) Fuck Yea!nWait a minute, who said that, look around everywherenAnd I heard somebody singin over there, so clear nHe wentnnI don't need a brainnDon't need anythingnI just want some body to smoke withn(Who said that? Who said that?)nStuck up on this thang with no fuckin gamenI just want some body to smoke withn(Who said that?)nWell I said thatnnLook at this shitnI'm talkin to a scarecrow stuck on a sticknAskin me for a hit right quicknShit all I got is Bobby BrownnI can't front but the Wizard's got all you wantnYou can smoke off his tundra they say it's the thundernHe can have King Kong smoked under the wondernI'm goin there now and gettin me somenAnd the Wizard's gonna get my ass home, It's onnn[Monoxide:]nIt would be the shit big homie If I could walk with younTalk with you, Hit up on a fat bag or twonCause I been hangin from this pole for so longnBeen smokin on home grown, my headache is full blownnI ain't the smartest scarecrow with a hatnBut if you lift that little latch then I'm gone crash into a pumpkin patchnDon't leave me hangin big homie just pull the levernSo we can just get to walkin the yellow alley togethernCausennI don't need a brainnDon't need anythingnI just want some body to smoke withnAnd I'm with that, And I'm with thatnThen it ain't no thang, we can smoke this greennBut you gotta put somethin on itnAnd I'm with that, You know I'm with thatnnI help set his ass free, he slipped offnThen his fuckin leg ripped offnAnd he was liken(Don't mind that shit dog, It ain't nothin at all, Just a little bit of stuffin, that straw)nHey Paul, I mean scarecrow Yon(Don't ask If I ever tried smokin myself no)nI only thought with the hay okaynAnyway let's get you some real shit down the yellow brick alleywaynnWe don't need a brainnDon't need anythingnWe just need some homies to smoke withnAnd I'm with that, And I'm with that