[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