It's like I don't care about nothing man. Roll another blunt. I was gonna clean my room until I got high. I was gonna get up and find the broom, but then I got high. My room is still messed up, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I was gonna go to class before I got high. I could have cheated, and I could have passed, but I got high. I'm taking it next semester, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I was gonna go to work, but then I got high. I just got a new promotion, but I got high. Now I'm selling dope, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I was gonna go to court before I got high. I was gonna pay my child support, but then I got high. They took my whole paycheck, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I wasn't gonna run from the cops, but I was high. I was gonna pull right over and stop, but I was high. Now I'm a paraplegic, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I was gonna pay my car a note, until I got high. I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat, but then I got high. Now the tow truck's pulling away, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I was gonna make love to you, but then I got high. I was gonna eat your pussy too, but then I got high. Now I'm jacking off, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I messed up my entire life, because I got high. I lost my kids and wife, because I got high. Now I'm sleeping on the sidewalk, and I know why, cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high. I'ma stop singing this song, because I'm high. I'm singing this whole thing wrong, because I'm high. And if I don't sell one copy, I know why, cause I'm high, cause I'm high, cause I'm high. Well my name is Afro Man, and I'm from East Palmdale, and all the tumbleweed I be smoking is bombers, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't believe in Hitler, that's what I said, yes, so all of you skins, please give me more head, motha***a. *** it. Afro mother***a, M-A-E. M-A-E, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, uh, A-E-I-O-U, A-E-I-O-U, and sometimes W. We ain't gon' sell none of these mother***in' albums, cuz. Let's go back to Marshall Durbin and hang some more chickens, cuz, *** it. *** the corporate world, bitch!