Just stick to this road huh?

Fuck it I thought I'm sold
I strolled on down the road
In seawalk mode to the Wizard I'm told
But hold up this road's fucked with twists and turns
I'm havin no luck as my vanilla blunt burns
I'm seein trees with faces, bushes that walk
And as far as I can see nobody drawn in chalk
And the sky's bright green sometimes it's kinda pink
Im'a twist another blunt here sit down and think
How the fuck, what the fuck, who the fuck and when
What the fuck I'm doin here I woulda think it depends
Then again I gotta get the fuck home before long
Cause the first of the month is comin on, I'm gone
Let me spark my shit right quick, I'm outta here
(Ay, yo homie let me getta hit of that blunt) Fuck Yea!
Wait a minute, who said that, look around everywhere
And I heard somebody singin over there, so clear
He went

I don't need a brain
Don't need anything
I just want some body to smoke with
(Who said that? Who said that?)
Stuck up on this thang with no fuckin game
I just want some body to smoke with
(Who said that?)
Well I said that

Look at this shit
I'm talkin to a scarecrow stuck on a stick
Askin me for a hit right quick
Shit all I got is Bobby Brown
I can't front but the Wizard's got all you want
You can smoke off his tundra they say it's the thunder
He can have King Kong smoked under the wonder
I'm goin there now and gettin me some
And the Wizard's gonna get my ass home, It's on

It would be the shit big homie If I could walk with you
Talk with you, Hit up on a fat bag or two
Cause I been hangin from this pole for so long
Been smokin on home grown, my headache is full blown
I ain't the smartest scarecrow with a hat
But if you lift that little latch then I'm gone crash into a pumpkin patch
Don't leave me hangin big homie just pull the lever
So we can just get to walkin the yellow alley together

I don't need a brain
Don't need anything
I just want some body to smoke with
And I'm with that, And I'm with that
Then it ain't no thang, we can smoke this green
But you gotta put somethin on it
And I'm with that, You know I'm with that

I help set his ass free, he slipped off
Then his fuckin leg ripped off
And he was like
(Don't mind that shit dog, It ain't nothin at all, Just a little bit of stuffin, that straw)
Hey Paul, I mean scarecrow Yo
(Don't ask If I ever tried smokin myself no)
I only thought with the hay okay
Anyway let's get you some real shit down the yellow brick alleyway

We don't need a brain
Don't need anything
We just need some homies to smoke with
And I'm with that, And I'm with that

Lyrics submitted by whaterfjkld

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