Madman I don’t want weed x3 I need weed Future blunt up, Space me out to outer Astro naught. Puff me out a dragon and I’ll magic tune yo fire up, I’ll make magic Yo mama’s spastastic classic sauce, Cook it up a skirt with Lucy and her biddy diamond boss, Dinner’s steady Serve it up with peppered thought And dire down deeper diggin ditches through an iron plot. They fly around, To all the sound, Smokes home bound In the air, Floating, Playing, In the despair, Its on for a moment, Naked and bare. The fairies in the smoke. Comfort me down roll me up as another toke White rabbits in straight jackets, And broken clocks on ground, Trumpets and drums on a sad record player, Checkered patterns make lines on the wall. A woman’s voice floats and paints images of parks and sky. A stroll past spring blossoms and roaming streams. The drummer and piper march on towards a setting sun. Colors breath a parade off the beaches in the clouds to dance. The s...