Keller Williams - Doobie in my pocket lyrics

Doobie Doobie Doobie Doobie I just remembered there's a doobie in my pocket In my shirt in my suitcase As i'm standing in line to check into my flight And i'm trying to decide if i should get out of line But the line is really long and i start thinking about this song About the hippie at the festival who gave me the doobie That is in my pocket in my shirt in my suitcase That i'm planning on checking to my final destination Which is another festival with hippies and more doobies So i don't really need the one that is in The pocket of my shirt in my suitcase I wonder if they'll find it And i wonder what they'll do Depending on their mood They'll put it in the pocket of their TSA shirt Or maybe they're disgruntled And spark it where they stand Or maybe they will give it to their friend steve the cop Who will put it in his pocket And give it to the rasta Who works at the starbucks bout 8:30-9 In hoping of continuing of receiving His free triple tall americana shots on top That he desperately needs that extra caffeine So that he can walk the miles and miles of luggage With his female german shepherd That he named eva brawn For the david langley song Or at least the song that langley does I'm not really sure If david langley wrote it But one thing's is true Steve the cop he likes it Or maybe he will simply throw the doobie in the trash Avoid all the paperwork complete pain in the a** And this is what is going thru my brain As i exit the plane And walk to baggage claim And pray for a key change But the suitcase never came And i start to go insane As i pace around with visions of guantanamo bay No need to drool, man Everything is cool They found my suitcase on the way to istanbul They got it just in time Put it on the next flight Everything's ok i should be seein it the next day But once again it never came and once again i go insane Cos it's time to go and like an hour to the show Without any traffic We did not leave in time for it Now i've got road rage cos it's my time on the stage I cannot die the sharp pain behind my eye But i have to stop and smile cos i suddenly realize That i'm wearing the shirt with the doobie in my pocket It was never in my suitcase i was wearing it the whole time