It's amazing the feedback that I get
Whenever I start to write.
It's nothing but praise
And wonderful things
People carry on all night.
It's funny to me that they love it so much
And they don't even know
That before I wrote it,
I hit the bottle.
Or maybe there was a joint to blow.
People say I have potential.
They say I could do great things.
The only problem happens to be
The drugs I do
And all they bring.
But if I can do this well
While being a dumb stoner boy.
Then I think that
I'm pretty damn cool
It actually brings me joy.
There's tons of people who try too hard
Working fingers to the bone.
But not for me,
I smoke pot, you see,
And sit all day at home.
All the while, I get my work done
With half the output of most.
I do I just fine
And nobody knows
That my Brain is practically toast.
It makes me wonder all the time
What I could do with a clear mind.
But I don't care,
And so I'm off
There are many more drugs to find.
