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, mothafucka. Fuck it. Afro motherfucka, 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 motherfuckin' albums, cuz. Let's go back to Marshall Durbin and hang some more chickens, cuz, fuck it. Fuck the corporate world, bitch!