here comes the music my head up in the clouds my feet so far up off the ground i wonder whether or not you know i m high as a kite and i just might f f fill my appetite of letting you go i find her pants next to my bed and under there my photograph of you and my window i think i m gon be late i said we d meet at half past 8 i ll drink my tea and i ll go i wonder wide away through your door it s no mistake for under old broken bones is a story and you re bleeding me them reasons time we ve all commited treason trying to keep it sinful coz i m a little bit fired at the thought and in the night i fought the red sea in my home town by hand this ain t gonna change and you re eyes they used to blind me lookin to other worlds this one s looking grim never ever ever nooo i never seen the light like that before smoke i never had it better than the lead with the soakin too many green moon that never be closin over priced pills like a homie s selling baby you copin i be on focus in the opus damn we re the dopest i make it rain more than any fucker hopin call it i m open curling a vaper round an old tin ropin tacitly noted lyal in my gold you should be jokin i meant that she copin i always supposed to be a draem about smokin in  trying to let you know whether or not you go i ve been trying to let you know 