I was fried up on the couch
Conflicting theories in my mind
And they’re making out
One had a trace of a withered mind
She’d been conquered by the time
They’re still making out
She said “I won’t ever go there for you,
“cause all you do is waste all of my time.”
I said, “forget all that you’re used to,
“Cause I got kush all in my mind.”