Hits from the bong. Hits from the bong. Hits from the bong. Hits from the bong Pick it, pack it. Fire it up, come along. And take a hit from the bong. Put the blunt down just for a second
I'ma tiptoe real slow down the hallway. If the floor creeks, stop, that was close. I been a good boy all year, that's the truth. But with a little knock-knock. I'm gon' end up on the naughty list. And