Yeah I wanna smoke some weed,
Lay upon the grass a bit.
Feel the sun kissing my face as I take another hit.
I was told just yesterday that when you lose, you lose some sense.
Even if your pockets full, carrying nothing but 50 cents.
The sky is always the limit, take off into the open air.
Tad bit scary, don't you think? To fly and fall without a care?
But who ever must dare to dream of lemons, growing on apple trees.
I'll say what I feel at any moment given even if it's brutal and hurts.
I'm no longer a pawn...