they thought i was just another stoner til i whacked up my diploma a degree and a couple of coronas just another casanova til it was over now i m a loner spray cologne up find a bitch to sit on my boner then i bone her hardly sober so far i m living below par i still ain t put a hole in one a holy one i know jah i roll mine now do you smell the aroma when i roll by keep my shit on the lo fi while cooking up the dope i i bet they think i m just another stoner roll my weed when you come over do an impression of yoda find some rizzla in my sofa probably trying to teach you yoga in my bedroom there s a grow on and i m gonna end up in a coma i bet they think i m just another addict that can t ever kick the habit that i d rather shoot or stab it a rumour eal panic spreading around the planet i don t understand it i just tell the people follow me and watch the cameras pan it that the fan hits so remove my bandies and no time for handing pamphlets when they start the antics until then somebody show me where the fuck the dank is been floating trying to find atlantis since i heard they sank it i bet they think i m just another stoner roll my weed when you come over do an impression of yoda find some rizzla in my sofa probably trying to teach you yoga in my bedroom there s a grow on and i m gonna end up in a coma  yeah i m gonna end up in a comma yeah marijuana coma baby