From the recording Jelly Bean Farmer
Dedicated to Vlad Smolnikov
Written with help from Smiley, Fat Boy, and a fellow I met in Tucson whose name I can’t recall
Lyrics
I was eatin' up them white lines… of the freeway kind
When I forced a path collision with some hobos flaggin' for a ride
They was just a couple road bums
Claim their means is by no means
Ya know, always wantin' somethin’, sayin’ nothin's all they need
So gather 'round ye oogles and their story I will tell
Hows about my private heaven came across one private hell…
While they froze outside that gas station
Sign said nothin’ helps
Don't try to be a heroin
Now, don't go methin' 'round
Adderall I've done for you…
Don’t blow your life away
Stick with your fiends gonna get yourself pilled
You've got to be ketamine…
Addiction ain't no joke
…That’s why we roll smoke
You can't be drinkin’ like a fish if you get too tanked to swim
Can't be livin' on a whim if you'll blow away in the wind
That's why rip tide's washin' you south
Kid, it's hard to keep from drownin' with a bottle in your mouth
Hard to keep from slippin' off a soap box soaked in whiskey and gin
Don't try to be a heroin
Kid, don't go methin' 'round
Adderall I've done for you…
Don't blow your life away
Stick with your fiends gonna get yourself pilled
You've got to be ketamine…
Addiction ain't no joke
…That’s why we roll smoke
Well, it can be a drag when you don't find a friend
At the botton of the dime bag yall's been fiendin' in
And when you wake up in the mornin' and all your lookin’ for's a hug
You say, “Darlin’ was that I love you and I'm on a drugs or I'm on drugs and I love you?”
Don't try to be a heroin
Gal, don't go methin' 'round
Adderall I've done for you…
Don't blow your life away
Stick with your fiends gonna get yourself pilled
You've got to be ketamine…
Addiction ain't no joke
…That’s why we roll smoke
Well, Hank was on nitrous… tanks me later
…That’s why we roll smoke
