Smoke it, smoke it, smoke it, smoke it Smoke it, smoke it, smoke it, smoke itI've been smokin' on so much got my eyes lowWent back in the days I was rollin' up bankThat stank of the tank with gas and fire slowBreak it down in ducks like a reefer's clubOn the way to the liquor storeGet a fifth and three of four cupsWhen I wanna get drunk got the wolfers loud as they goHittin' blocks on the west sideFrom the noon daylight to the moonshineGettin' high like a helium balloon flyin'When they ask me, say, I'm doin' fineNot that way, but I'm doin' linesThat wrong to be, I'ma handle mineIn the fog, I'ma keep my hammer tiedCan't touch the smoke cause I'm so highOut of space, smoke it, out of spaceOut of space, smoke it, out of spaceTo the moon, smoke it, smoke it, to the moonTo the moon, smoke it, smoke it, to the moonOut of space, smoke it, out of spaceOut of space, smoke it, out of spaceTo the moon, smoke it, smoke it, to the moonTo the moon, smoke it, smoke it, to the moonTo the moon, smoke it, smoke it, to the moonHello, is anyone out there?Is anyone listening?Can you hear me?Can you see me clearly?When you tryin' to read me?Can you coincide?What's goin' on the side of my mindWhen I'm flyin' through the sky?Bein' that whoopee with more *To elevate me before I walk byBut I'm too highI'm with Rick James and Kurt CobainIn the Gamma StandsGet your marriage proudWearin' all blackJohnny CashOut of spaceOn to the moonThen I'm goin' to MarsRace some stonesWith a whoopeeRiding a flag carI just hopped off the 290, manDon't scare meCome left on IndependenceThat's the way I goSmoke got me feelin'All kind of pimpin'Sayin' something likeIf you can get itHigh my peak of sensesLet me lift up spiritsMy * saysEnough from nowDismiss meGot more fun with meI'm gettin' high and tipsyBlush out redWhen you see my eyesCause smoke ain't no mistSmoke ain't no mistWe just flow, blowLove the worldFiremanHighGoToo highMy sun's so highOut of spaceYeah, yeah, yeahOut of spaceOut of spaceI'm out of spaceOut of spaceTill it movesI'm smokin'Till it movesTill it movesSmokin'Till it movesI'm out of spaceI'm out of spaceOut of spaceOut of spaceI'm out ofOut of spaceTill it movesTill it movesSmokin' to the moon, to the moon, smokin' to the moonSteady playin' Congo in my brain, gorilla gas on my terrainSlide down vines to catch a line of this here, three from different strainsExtra, extra, got that smoke back, hit like Marathon L.A.A Unabomber back in the 90s, hey, just twist up one and skateRollin' down the block, I'm holdin' down the block, just doin' my thingNot for the stress today, got a quarter pound in place, you chew the trainThen and now I smoke a lot, say once a living day, keep the evil awayGot my good ancestors in my chest, please take me out of space, now lead the wayOut of space, I'm out of, out of spaceOut of space, I'm out, out of spaceTo the moon, I'm smokin' to the moonTo the moon, smokin', smokin' to the moonOut of space, I'm out, out of spaceOut of space, I'm out, out of spaceTo the moon, I'm smokin' to the moonTo the moonSmokin' to the moonSmokin'Smokin'Smokin'Smokin'I'm so highSmokin'Smokin'I'm so highSmokin'Smokin'Smokin'