Jimi

Oh whoa, let's like, get my bong,

and do up some heavy weed, man, I got some really

heavy megsy meg stuff. stone joints. it's totally lost

It's totally. all the time



Well why dont you just go to hell

You ain't got nothing nothing to say

Why don't you just go away



You ain't got nothing nothin to tell

Why don't you just go to hell

You ain't got nothing nothing in your head

Odds are coming, you could be dead



Ah, let's get back to my bong.

yea.aah. it's like.

Whoo.