[Verse 1]
Okay I got paid
Call the dealer tell him "Come my way"
I smoke so much I feel like I'm auditioning for Friday
Hi! Hey! Can I get your number?
No I'm straight, I'm baked
So please let me chill
Get out of my face, Myspace
Custom background music in the back
Damn, I feel so cool on the internet
Thuggin' in my tie dye
I'm so high I feel like Allah
I think I'm the Dalai Lama
I got hella posi-karma (ey, ey)
Now they say "TopOff boy, you hella weird"
I say "Excuse me, my weed so loud I can't even hear"
Damn, I feel like Hendrix back in '66
I'm living life so heavenly just for the hell of it
I'm elegant, I'm looking like an elephant on mescaline
You say you on your trippy sh**
But boy you're out your element
I don't got no luggage but I'm always takin' hella trips
Could be weed or shrooms
I ask no questions, I just whip a zip