Birds ain't even that high.

I'm in bed rolling up the finest weed as the morning sun blinds my eyes.
While my ears are having an orgasm on the jazzy background beats, I take another hit and forget about the 'how's' and 'why's'.
My legs are wrapped around the blunt ashed sheets when suddenly the music changes into underground hiphop beats.
I inhale some more of this bomb ass green,
I realize this is probably the highest I've ever been.
My brain is so up in the sky that birds ain't even that high.