I won my weight in weed, now re-
upping I don’t need. Higher
than Scott Stapp from Creed, smoking
vast amounts of tree. My

name was in the raffle, now my
friends are always baffled how I
never smoke my last bowl, ’cause I
refill pipes with ash coals.

Load it in my kitchen so my
weed never goes missin’ when I
cook breakfast and din din, yes, my
CB1 is winnin’.

I’m a lucky guy, because
now I’m always high. When you
smell me walking by, you know
I’ve consumed some kind.