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My mind be a time machine after a couple hits off that green
Eyes low like some fuckin shadows
People all around me like a table
Room all hazy like a bar in the sixties
Can't even breathe like I'm in space
Lungs gasping for air like I just ran a race
Luckily I got six lungs or you'd be white in the face

Some days when your blowin clouds
Your sitting there in your chair playin with ya hair
Your mind at ease
A steady breeze
From five to eight it don't even feel late
Must a been the time machine

You gotta do what you gotta do
Try turning a penny into a dollar
And make them girls holla
Flippin bricks gettin by
If only everybody blew trees
Get that stress off their knees
No worry
No sorrow
Only borrowed minds
Wake up in another time zone
Mother fucker be blown

Some days when your blowin clouds
Your sitting there in your chair playin with ya hair
Your mind at ease
A steady breeze
From five to eight it don't even feel late
Must a been the time machine

I got no words to say
Call me Stephen Hawkings
All up in my brain
This haze is like pleasing rain
The best kinda dame
She got a voice to cure sickness
And a mind to indulge the wackness
Super sticky slackness
Got you glued to your seat
Fucked with the mob
Like you got bricks on your feet

Some days when your puffin on that optimo
Your sitting there in your chair
Music is a blare
Your mind at ease
A steady breeze
From five to eight it don't even feel late
Must a been the time machine

Im sinking into this couch like I'm in the ocean
Room all cloudy like a marley concert
Listening to them sweet jam beats
Falling asleep in your seat
Can't focus dropping shit in your lap
Burn a hole in the couch and fall through to the basement
Got a room full of green
Making trees jealous

Description
My mind be a time machine after a couple hits off that green
Eyes low like some fuckin shadows
People all around me like a table
Room all hazy like a bar in the sixties
Can't even breathe like I'm in space
Lungs gasping for air like I just ran a race
Luckily I got six lungs or you'd be white in the face

Some days when your blowin clouds
Your sitting there in your chair playin with ya hair
Your mind at ease
A steady breeze
From five to eight it don't even feel late
Must a been the time machine

You gotta do what you gotta do
Try turning a penny into a dollar
And make them girls holla
Flippin bricks gettin by
If only everybody blew trees
Get that stress off their knees
No worry
No sorrow
Only borrowed minds
Wake up in another time zone
Mother fucker be blown

Some days when your blowin clouds
Your sitting there in your chair playin with ya hair
Your mind at ease
A steady breeze
From five to eight it don't even feel late
Must a been the time machine

I got no words to say
Call me Stephen Hawkings
All up in my brain
This haze is like pleasing rain
The best kinda dame
She got a voice to cure sickness
And a mind to indulge the wackness
Super sticky slackness
Got you glued to your seat
Fucked with the mob
Like you got bricks on your feet

Some days when your puffin on that optimo
Your sitting there in your chair
Music is a blare
Your mind at ease
A steady breeze
From five to eight it don't even feel late
Must a been the time machine

Im sinking into this couch like I'm in the ocean
Room all cloudy like a marley concert
Listening to them sweet jam beats
Falling asleep in your seat
Can't focus dropping shit in your lap
Burn a hole in the couch and fall through to the basement
Got a room full of green
Making trees jealous