Back in the old days when computer games showed different colored numbers on the screen to indicate what you were taking damage from, green was usually the poison color, and if it wasn’t green it was purple.
Conveniently, these are also the most common colors good weed comes in.

This is hands down the most misogynistic thing I’ve said, ever.

An incredibly condensed multi-part abbreviation of the words “for them,” pronounced like “from.”

That’s just the fancy scientific name for Vitamin C.

Bodie’s a ghost town in the California desert I’ve been on a few trips to with my mom, who works in museums. It looks like this:

Inner tubes will not save you here.

I had to google “animals that grow winter coats” to make this line work.

This line is a little shout-out to my dad, who used to use moustache trimmers to break down his weed all the time. Little sons of bitches that looked like this.

I think all I need to say about this is that my ex-girlfriend, who shall remain nameless:
1) Actually did get scared of thunder and needed to be reassured and told that it was going to be okay during a thunderstorm (this is genuinely adorable the first time it happens and the charm wears off almost immediately)
2) Was into fucking puppyplay.

This was exactly the situation I was in when I started writing this song. I’d been drinking cheap vodka and marathoning anime all day. I started with FMA: Brotherhood, but ended up at the best shounen series of all time, Yoshiro Togashi’s Hunter X Hunter (normally a lot of the fans just pronounce it “Hunter, Hunter,” but I think the X sounds better) Before I had official fan-made single art for this track, the track picture on Soundcloud was a picture of Knuckle, the brash Enhancer who famously loves dogs.