Contact High Better Than Ezra

Layin' up somewhere in the desert
Rock bottom of the golden state
Pappy and Harriet's is little
But what you working really ain't
You blow a little smoke in my face
My inhibitions evaporate

Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna eat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now you're crawling up on the bar
You make a dead man grab his heart
I gotta contact high

You blew a fortune on a startup
That desert dust went to your head
You say wanna go to Marfa
You're tired of following the Dead
So raise a bottle up make up a toast
And shake thе hand of the holy ghost

Don't you look special
Don't you look sweet
Cooking up something I wanna еat
Whatever shit that you're on
I gotta contact high
And now you're dancing up on the bar
You make the young dogs grab their heart