twist again (la la la)

see, we been on that la la la since '08, combine strains and taste, lebron james of vaping, volcano blazing bongs with no breaks, edibles on plates till i'm beyond baked, and i be on and it g-g-got me gone, got that wax that you can't feel your body on, yeah that shit that you moving slow is a zombie on, high as a cosmonaut never gon catch me not smoking, the best hit my chest and i take the whole rip, fuck a 20 bag i'll take the whole zip, even if the federal government oppose it, i say fuck it and grab another nugget and puff it in public, weed naps on my back like a snorlax, highest alien bouncing off of the ceiling, i need it up in my system the minute that i record that, loud pack in a wall rat, yeah, let's twist again, like we did last summer, let's twist again, until we all get high, i still remember when "i got the weed mans number", so let's twist again, til we learn to fly, yeah, let's twist again, let's twist again, let's twist again, let's twist again, still rollin to the diner with my half off coupon, bacon grilled cheese and you know i get my soup on, still up on that jimmy neutron, got the boost on in my spaceship, lean back in a futon, whoa, even when i'm seeing the cops, i chief pot whether they gon make it legal or not, cause see i smoke for recreation before it was recreational, take a pull, now the euphoria is undebatable, my terpene so aromatic, yeah, you can smell it from my parents attic to the basement, to they say, "chris, light an incense, or use some of that spray shit, fuck i can't take this! for christ sake you're 28, give me a break!", then i go back to getting baked, higher than towelie up on a balcony, and smoking hourly and burning the sour d like a calorie, let's twist again, like we did last summer, let's twist again, until we all get high, i still remember when "i got the weed mans number", so let's twist again, til we learn to fly, yeah, let's twist again, let's twist again, let's twist again, let's twist again, when that wax pen is in action, and the smoke fill the room like mad men, with those hash blends, i'm like captain kirk, when i get the purp i am blasting off, til i'm lost in the stars, never come down, light my blunts with the sun now, snuffing out the bud like a blood hound, i'm chemically imbalanced roll a doobie and i puff now, so i'm saying "who got the lighter, who got the lighter", say "who got the lighter, who got the lighter", yeah "who got the lighter, who got the lighter", no, for real, who got my fuckin lighter, i need that fire from the bic just to calm me, and the chronic goes so strong, hoodie smelling like it's snoop doggs laundry, twist like chubby checker, there's nothing better on gods green, roll the palm trees, and i'm gone, peace, let's twist again, like we did last summer, let's twist again, until we all get high, i still remember when "i got the weed mans number", so let's twist again, til we learn to fly, yeah, let's twist again, let's twist again, let's twist again, let's twist again,