[Verse 1 Wrekonize] Follow a moment and turn off your roaming Im taking you home to your permanent zone and Its only an omen that we been out smoking since Nine in the morning and hittin it slow I just been hoping that maybe the smoke is a Friend of me strokin my ego alone Im feelin open and openly stoked to be Hittin this bong and its gotten me blown Gimme it, gimme it, Im just a hippie its Vigilant, vigilant, idiot, idiot Now I been toking too much and Im choking and Have not a notion how Im getting home... Okay, Im on the road Hands are all sweaty Im driving all slow Head is a mess, the time is a toll If I let it roll Im in trouble for sure 395 is a mess as you know Beach is crowded stressing my soul Dropping off Bern on the side of the road, and Hoping Ill make it a little bit more Just a little bit more Tryna get home without checking the po Why did I smoke like Seth Rogen in Blow? Wait thats not the movie forget it lets roll... Sparking a bit Low on the fuel and the parkings a bitch Why am I shaking? My arm did it twitch? I need a bed and a pharmacist quick No parking thats it I need to get out the car and like quick Im freaking out and its hard to resist I need to get to my apartament... [Wrek talking to himself] [Verse 2 Wrekonize] Okay, Im losing my mind Voice in my head says Im doing just fine Parking my car way outside of the line Ill just come back and repark it in time Anything get me inside Why is the thermostat on sixtyfive? Why am I freezing my freaking behind? My blood pressure high, I think Imma die I think Imma die [3x] [Guitar Interlude while Wrek talks to himself checking on his car]
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