BBG, Lyrics:

[Hook]
oh no,
i don't know if i could ever make it out the house without the feeling i am so stoned
and i don't know, if i could ever meet the needs you need to be the best thing they've ever seen upon the throne
in my dome , the place i tend to call home, it's my land, the place i dug most of my holes
i've found hope inside a chest behind bohemian grove, where all the kids are sacrificed and buried with their bones


when i die, life is opened up, let's fly
we'll meet the angels in the sky, cause we're oh so high
i'm gotta do what i do until the day that i die
and show the world that i'm someone, not the average guy
i ask, why am i the one to say goodbye
i'm not Einstein, how could i have read signs
it's my life, it's beautiful in my eyes
it goes by, but never seems to get fine
the apple pie, i wanna slice that's deep fried
handed to me by that bastard paul divine
it's not july but my birthday's the 6th again
it's on a saturday, so i hope we bout trip again
i wanna know all the things that i've never known
and go to all the places, that i'll probably never go
and hopefully man i'll find another empty lot
where i can post up, and roll another joint of pot

[Hook]
oh no,
i don't know if i could ever make it out the house without the feeling i am so stoned
and i don't know, if i could ever meet the needs you need to be the best thing they've ever seen upon the throne
in my dome , the place i tend to call home, it's my land, the place i dug most of my holes
i've found hope inside a chest behind bohemian grove, where all the kids are sacrificed and buried with their bones


i'll probably rot, the needles in my arm veins
cataclysmic brain shooting up next to barf stains
sitting on the floor watching tweeters tweak out
without a doubt i watched him pout until they all start to shout
no more poker, texas hold em, fuck the games, and the old ones
we're the kings, drinking cold ones, burning blunts, now we're golden
i can show you how to fold em, anti up, bet and hold em
then we take em out back, beat em up, thanks for nothing
somethings gotta happen next, probably more annoying texts
begging me to smoke meth or hang and have a lot of sex
either way i'm not down, recently i've changed sounds
switched it up a little cause i'm feeling more alone now
the silence is a good thing, violence always come back
i'll find myself waking up, drunk where all the bums at
i'm slowing moving towards the light, death is watching every night
the numbness in my hands can only mean i'm bout to come to life

[Hook]
oh no,
i don't know if i could ever make it out the house without the feeling i am so stoned
and i don't know, if i could ever meet the needs you need to be the best thing they've ever seen upon the throne
in my dome , the place i tend to call home, it's my land, the place i dug most of my holes
i've found hope inside a chest behind bohemian grove, where all the kids are sacrificed and buried with their bones