Michael DelGuidice - Yeyo lyrics

Me and my yeyo we fly far away from my, woman's a drag, think she's on the rag again I'm on my way packed a bag drove to L.A. Left my woman behind, think she's doin' fine So I get high. I get high Me and my yeyo we cry, sit and jones for awhile, take a drag I think I need a blast again Roll up my sleeve, find a vein for my meed, lord I feel so ashamed Does Jesus know my name? So I get high I get high So very high Me and my yeyo get high, hear the train running through my parade, ruining my charade. Me and my yeyo we die getting high