why you worry about the little things it's the big shit that's gon' kill ya kill ya anyway roll your problems up and smoke the pain and blow out all the bullshit, blow out all the bullshit
high but i'm not waving at you kush got me on stuck, thought i was a statue high but I'm not waving hello matter fact, you can call me pawpaw eyes-low
the groove is undeniable Folks from all over with a j to steam Mary so reliable it's ready when you are baby spread them wings
so pump up the volume my shit bang
come in and the door's open we embrace the strange
LSD and champagne while I play Coltrane dance like nobody looking what a hell of a lane
mary mary i've missed you now it's impossible to forget you amputated legs, i cannot kick you let's go party now i'm coming to get you
why you worry about the little things it's the big shit that's gon' kill ya kill ya anyway roll your problems up and smoke the pain and blow out all the bullshit, blow out all the bullshit
