Blowing @ The Moon. Lyrics

End of a long day

End of a long day

I wanna blow at the moon

I wanna blow at the moon

I'm the highest in the room

I'm the highest in the room

Eyes red like baboon

Eyes red like baboon

Get high on the highway

Get high on the highway

It get hot in the box like June

It get hot in the box like June

Been high since high noon

Been high since high noon

I got wedding cake honeymoon

I got wedding cake honeymoon

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I've been, putting in that work till they put me in that dirt

I be, working by myself but I still be doing teamwork

I need some needlework to honour those that been in the hearse

And to those that dead to me Ive never heard of her

Cuz This gas it got me feeling like a blur, yessir yessir yessir!

And I'll be calling up the plug again and that's for sure for sure

White ash mean it pure and it that pressure

(Pushing P)

It don't change the fact that I need to settle some scores

And I need me a quarter more

It be the peace in the war I be turnt up doing chores

While I'm scrubbing floors, life ain't never bore

When my eyes red like the flag from a matador, furthermore

I need to take me a break cuz it's 20 past four

End of a long day

End of a long day

I wanna blow at the moon

I wanna blow at the moon

I'm the highest in the room

I'm the highest in the room

Eyes red like baboon

Eyes red like baboon

Get high on the highway

Get high on the highway

It get hot in the box like June

It get hot in the box like June

Been high since high noon

Been high since high noon

I got wedding cake honeymoon

I got wedding cake honeymoon

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

Smoking out the window

Seen the moon and the stars that inspired Van Gogh

Smoking on this indo like I'm Anderson and Bruno

Aim it at the moon tho, blowing at the moon, ho, blow it at the moon hoe

Just to let you know,

I don't smoke no lows, I don't smoke no lows

That ash it look like snow that gas it hit like woah

Turn up the audio, we in the circle like this is that 70's show

Me and plug is quid pro quo, I like to get it and go and it ain't oregano

This song is 4:20 seconds long

Now this a sign for you to go head and hit the bong

When it go Up in Smoke I'm lit like cheech and Chong

When it go Up in Smoke I'm lit like cheech and Chong

End of a long day

End of a long day

I wanna blow at the moon

I wanna blow at the moon

I'm the highest in the room

I'm the highest in the room

Eyes red like baboon

Eyes red like baboon

Get high on the highway

Get high on the highway

It get hot in the box like June

It get hot in the box like June

Been high since high noon

Been high since high noon

I got wedding cake honeymoon

I got wedding cake honeymoon

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up

I'm tryna get fucked up

I wanna get fucked up