Kronic Moment - Greening Out Lyrics

Oh good mornin', it's time to get out of bed.
Throw my jammies on, wakin' up from the dead!
I rolled a little something, to get my day goin'
Two small bowls, just to get the lungs rollin'.
Packed the largest Slaters death bowl, (Slaters Death Bowl)
A piece of cake, I can sink it in one pull.
Suddenly the room started to swirl and sway,
I coughed so hard it felt like my soul flew away!

Oh, I'm greening out, floating high above the ground,
My brain's a jumbled mess, can't even make a sound.
My heart started racing, might crash into bed.
Too much T.H.C in me; got explosions in my head. (In my head)
The garbage can is calling out my name,
Do I lay down, or throw up? I f*cked up (f*cked up) my day (my day)

I tried to watch a movie, but it turned into a play,
The actors started dancing, they were groovin' to ballet.
My cats stared at me like I was some kind of fool,
I swear they're all judging me, watching me as I drool.
My head is spinning out of control (out of control)
Can't get my feet under me, falling deeper into this hole.

Oh, I'm greening out, floating high above the ground,
My brain's a jumbled mess, can't even make a sound.
My heart started racing, might crash into bed.
Too much T.H.C in me; got explosions in my head. (In my head)
The garbage can is calling out my name,
Do I lay down, or throw up? I f*cked up (f*cked up) my day (my day)

Sinking into my pillows, the world just became a haze,
I'm vibing with my shadows, getting lost while I blaze.
Is it Monday or Friday, I can't seem to remember.
Is it January, March? Naw, it's actually November.
Thought I was a guru, now I'm stuck like a slug,
Think I smoked too much, think I need a hug.

Oh, I'm greening out, floating high above the ground,
My brain's a jumbled mess, can't even make a sound.
My heart started racing, might crash into bed.
Too much T.H.C in me; got explosions in my head. (In my head)
The garbage can is calling out my name,
Do I lay down, or throw up? I f*cked up (f*cked up) my day (my day)

Yeah, I'm greening out, it's a one-way ticket ride,
Floating like a balloon, with no place left to hide.
Just one more hit, they said, what could go wrong?
But I'm layin' on the floor all because of that bong. (Oops)
So if you're feeling brave, and you're rolling with the krew,
Just remember this tale when you're lighting up that new.
Take it slow, don't rush, or you might just scream and shout,
Cuz there's nothing quite as funny as a stoner greening out!

Oh, I'm greening out, floating high above the ground,
My brain's a jumbled mess, can't even make a sound.
My heart started racing, might crash into bed.
Too much T.H.C in me; got explosions in my head. (In my head)
The garbage can is calling out my name,
Do I lay down, or throw up? I f*cked up (f*cked up) my day (my day)