Man there's always mist in Front of me
It's sort of eery, should I be Worried? Don't worry its Gee, I'm flying like geese, Weird
We're in the clouds now Coming downhill out
Of the clouds how,
Through the mountain i go Around
Back and forward but I Ain't broken doing the Passes like Brooklyn
Nets, taking shots like I'm Definitive in the west
I begin again, sorry if
I belittled everything in the Beginning, like what you Mean MR mean, I just be Smoking green on the Green leaf tea, Im stoned Mickey,
Mouse on a pound of that Cloud and I'll have my Friends around, or go to Them till the ground
Breaks and I levitate wait Meditative trances, f*ck Those side glances, on the Road, yeah you know I'm Regularly dancing I'm Picking berries, in morialta Mountain passes