How High

I can't see Heaven but I
Think it's up there somewhere
I feel closer to the Devil 'cause
They say he lives down under
But if I could fly a thousand miles
To chill with the man himself
I'd probably roll up one big fat one
And say thanks for creative help

But how high do I gotta get
To see angels in the sky
How much smoke I gotta blow to move
The clouds to see your side
How many nights I gotta pray
How many Sunday's I gotta go
How many joints, how many
Miles, and how high, how high do I gotta go

Sometimes when I'm walkin' I get
Goosebumps on my skin
'Cause I feel like somethin's stalkin' and
Tryna walk on my heels
And then my spine gets some chills
When I'm strollin' rivers and hills
And hoppin' barbed wire fences just to
Come see what the deal is fuck the Devil
I'ma rob him with six rounds and a steel
Cut his head off
Mount it on the wall by all of my deer
Fuckin' punk, gimme that fiddle so I can
Leave and go pawn it
Hit downtown and buy some seeds and
Go and grow me some chronic
Yeah, I'm always rollin' stoned but
Now I'm tryna take flight
And smoke a joint with old Jesus
And grow some wings over night
Yeah, watch me cut donuts in clouds
Past the gates made of gold
You shoulda known my soul was too
Priceless to ever be sold

I can't see Heaven but I
Think it's up there somewhere
I feel closer to the Devil 'cause
They say he lives down under
But if I could fly a thousand miles
To chill with the man himself
I'd probably roll up one big fat one
And say thanks for creative help

But how high do I got to get
To see angels in the sky
How much smoke I gotta blow to move
The clouds to see your side
How many nights I gotta pray
How many Sunday's I gotta go
How many joints, how many
Miles, and how high, how high do I gotta go
How high do I gotta go
How high do I gotta go
How high do I gotta go
How high do I gotta go