Well i couldn't find a bag today
seems my dealers gone away
i grab my bong
and wonder why
then my friend shows up
with bloodshot eyes

and we start tokin'
out in the backyard
you can kiss my ass
i smoke a lot of grass
and i'm still tokin'

well i don't know
if i'm ready
to be as high
as i'm about to be
i take a hit
i take it to my lungs
we stand in a circle
we're getting stoned

and i'm still tokin'
out in my mom's car
welcome to my crib
let's smoke anouther squib
and i'm still tokin'
now everyone is chinked
i'd roll you one
but we smoked everything
when we where tokin'

if i had just five bucks
and just one chance
i'd hope it was the chron
i'd hope it fry my head
i would take that doob
hold it in my hand
and watch the holy grail
while i'm tokin'