Stoners Qaayel

I hate when I have to lie about It
But I do get high sometimes
Most of the times
All the time

Trying to dictate the pace
I've been embracing Jane
It seems to tone down everything just fine
What's that? that we really must find?

Oh, too lazy to go out
You know what they call us (what?)
Stoners, too lazy to go out
You know what they call us
Oh, too lazy to go out
You know what they call us (what?)
Stoners, too lazy to go out
You know what they call us

I might seem out of It now
I can't be no good to anyone
All I would do Is stay home
Don't think I'll be able to write much
I'm holding It with desperate clutch
The door's closing In my face
Am I gonna keep all of my grace? (nope)