STONED

The head's spinning
The walls are reeling
A thousand thoughts per minute
How is that for chilling

Rolling another is tempting
The bottles are running empty
I'm way above my limit
but still can't quench the wanting

I want her all that smoking girl
Dazed me with her smoky spell
Now I can communicate with spirits
Cause I sure can hear them well

There is no kidding about her method
Even if you did chill a second
She knows the best ways to wreck it
And the aftermath is off the record

Every other thing must have to wait
Postponed until a future date
Now the state of my house simply reminds me
Of what Sadam did to kuwait