lookin for that one that dosnt stop
for something real beyond the pot
that never leaves him empty that isnt the same
he knows what it is but he dont know its... name...

not that he dont like smokin, not that it isnt him
he just wants to go beyond a chemical spin

staring into the sky as the sun goes down
swim through the colors above this town
ruby blue vanilla too the flavors for the end
take a bite and face the night - wind that makes him bend