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The other night, after a particularly strong strain, my couch transformed into a spaceship. I swear, Captain Crunch was my co-pilot as we navigated through the starry cosmos of my living room. The carpet fibers rose up, resembling an alien landscape. My cat, Whiskers, appeared to be giving a TED Talk on quantum physics. In the kitchen, the fridge door became a portal to Snackland, guarded by a fiery-eyed taco. My buddy Jeff floated through, wrapped in a burrito blanket, claiming he was the "Sultan of Snacks." It was only when the pizza delivery arrived that I realized—reality is trippier than any high.

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Up in smoke Thats where my money goes In my lungs And sometimes up my nose When troubled times Begin to bother me I take a toke And all my cares Go up in smoke

But let me get to the point Let's roll another joint Turn the radio loud I'm too lone to be proud And you don't know how it feels You don't know how it feels to be me

Whether blunt or bong, light it up its so strong and then we chant some Nyabinghi soul songs Whether blunt or bong, our sensimilla cover hands so pass the chalice in a circle Make it turn This here boom draw weed oooooh

Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been outta your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Soapbox house of cards and glass so Don't go tossin' your stones around You must have been high You must have been high You must have been Foot in mouth and head up ass-hole Whatcha talkin' 'bout? Difficult to dance 'round this one 'Til you pull it out, boy You must have been so high You must have been so high Steal, borrow, refer, save your shady inference

Turn the quiet up, turn the noise down Let this ol' world just spin around I wanna feel it swing, wanna feel it sway And put some feel good in my soul Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Wanna little more right and a little less left Little more right now, a little less what's next Act like tomorrow's ten years away And just kick back and let the feelin' flow Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke, yeah I set my sails for a new direction But the wind got in my way I changed my course but my definition of change Just ain't the same I'm gonna sit right here, stay away from there I'm gon' make pretend I just don't care I could get up, go get her back Or maybe I'll just let her go Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke, yeah Yeah, go get her back oh Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke I kick back, give the blues spin Break out the wine, forget again Dig down deep, find my stash Light it up, take me back I kick back, give the blues spin Break out the wine, just forget again Dig down deep, strike my stash Light it up, memory crash Oh no, I don't know, baby my take on life Maybe break out that old rock and roll Drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke Gon' drink a little drink, smoke a little smoke yea Songwriters: Driver Williams / Eric Church / Jeffery Hyde Smoke a Little Smoke lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp., BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

[Intro] I've tried, tried, tried, and I’ve tried even more I've cried, cried, cried, and I can't recall what for I’ve pressed, I've pushed, I've yelled, I've begged In hopes of some success But the inevitable fact is that it never will impress! [Chorus] I've no more fucks to give My fucks have runneth dry I've tried to go fuck shopping but there's no fucks left to buy! I've no more fucks to give Though more fucks I’ve tried to get I’m over my fuck budget, and I'm now in fucking debt!

Lyrics Church Sometimes I get stoned in my backyard Lay off in the tall grass, saw my views of stars I think about nothing, get to clear my thoughts From all the thunder and lightning so I feel a spark Sometimes I get higher than the Colorado rockies Hoping that the county sheriff dont stop me Like Charlie Daniels said, you shouldn't smoke that dope But damn it I can't help, I love rolling stoned With the windows rolled down and the radio up Sweet tea full in my solo cup Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's Soundin' like a concert out my beat-up door Arm hanging out the window, smiling away Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze Charlie Daniels said you shouldn't go smoke that dope But hell, I can't help, I love rolling stoned Yeah, I love rolling stoned Smoke rolling 'round the cab with the dome light on Lookin' like a stage 4 Lynyrd Skynyrd song Hangin' out with Mary Jane but she's makin' the time go slow Makin' memories with my buddies through the thick green smoke Puff passing out the windows of my old Tahoe Lifted so damn high I can't come down Drivin' under the speed limit in my town With the windows rolled down and the radio up Sweet tea full in my solo cup Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's Soundin' like a concert out my beat-up door Arm hanging out the window, smiling away Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze Charlie Daniels said you shouldn't go smoke that dope But hell, I can't help, I love rolling stoned Yeah, I love rolling stoned There ain't nothing like the swaying of a windy back road Baked out like a barn full of tobacco I know Jesus drank wine but I bet he wouldn't mind Sittin' with me in my Chevy, passin' 'round a few times With the windows rolled down, the radio up Sweet tea full in our solo cups Listenin' to the hummin' of the 44's Like a concert out my beat-up door Arm hanging out the window, smiling away Smoking on some grown where the cattle graze Ol' Willie said there's nothing wrong with smokin' dope So light one up, and let's go rolling stoned So pass me that, and let's start rolling stoned Songwriters: Krishon O'Brien Gaines / Ryan Upchurch Rolling Stoned lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC Videos

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