I am sittin' on the clouds, I got smoke comin' from my seat. I can play basketball with the moon, I got the whole world at my feet. Playin' touch football, on marijuana street. Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleets. Get high, so high, that I... feel... like... lying. Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'cause...(I feel like dying). Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying. Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying. Swimming laps around a bottle of Louis the Thirteenth. Jumpin' off of a mountain into a sea of Codeine. I'm at the top of the top, but... still I climb. And if I should ever fall, the ground would then turn to wine. Pop, pop, I feel like flying, then I feel like frying, then...(I feel like dying). Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying...I feel like dying. Only once the drugs are done, that I feel like dying... I feel like dying. I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars. I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars. I have just boarded a plane, without a pilot. And violets are blue, roses are red, daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead. Wish I can give you this feeling...I feel like buying and if my dealer don't have no more, then...(I feel like dying)