[Intro] Aite, you ever get so high That you don't really know... if you're alive? Hehehe, yeah that shit happened to me once I was still livin' on the beach Shi-, It's a crazy story I'ma tell it you right now I call it, Green Funyuns Check it out
[Verse 1: Wrekonize] Follow a moment and turn off your roaming I'm taking you home to your permanent zone and It's only an omen that we been out smoking since Nine in the morning and hittin' it slow I just been hoping that maybe the smoke is a Friend of me strokin' my ego alone I'm feelin' open and openly stoked to be Hittin' this bong and it's gotten me blown Gimme it, gimme it, I'm just a hippie it's Vigilant, vigilant, idiot, idiot Now I been toking too much and I'm choking and Have not a notion how I'm getting home... Okay, I'm on the road Hands are all sweaty I'm driving all slow Head is a mess, the time is a toll If I let it roll I'm in trouble for sure 395 is a mess as you know Beach is crowded; stressing my soul Dropping off Bern on the side of the road, and Hoping I'll make it a little bit more Just a little bit more Tryna get home without checking the po' Why did I smoke like Seth Rogen in 'Blow'? Wait that's not the movie forget it let's roll... Sparking a bit Low on the fuel and the parking's a bitch Why am I shaking? My arm, did it twitch? I need a bed and a pharmacist quick No parking that's it I need to get out the car and like quick I'm freaking out and it's hard to resist I need to get to my a-parta-ment...
[Verse 2: Wrekonize] Okay, I'm losing my mind Voice in my head says I'm doing just fine Parking my car way outside of the line I'll just come back and re-park it in time Anything get me inside Why is the thermostat on sixty-five? Why am I freezing my freakin' behind? My blood pressure high, I think I'mma die I think I'mma die [3x]
[Guitar Solo w/ Spoken Word Outro] Ah, what time is it Ah, seven-thirty Oh shit, my fuckin' car Ah, fuck man, fuck! That shit's gotta be there Damn, I feel like I'mma throw up Let me go check on my shit Please, let that shit be there Please, let that shit still be there Please, please, I don't feel like paying for towing God damn, fuck man Fuck, fuck you Miama Beach Parking, fuck you Shit, never smokin' again Fuckin' burns I'm never smoking out of a bong again, that's for sure Talk about, hit that shit Clear the fuckin', clear the whole chamber, fuck that shit Strictly joints for me from now on, I'm done And, and somebody drive me and get me my fucking car I need a ride Green Funyuns
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Wrekonize details his adventures trying to get home while high out of his mind and gets his car towed at the end while he curses out Miami Beach Parking. Booker T & the MG’s 1962 blues tune Green Onions most commonly known from the movie ‘The Sandlot’ is sampled.
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