I won't get to get what I'm after Till the day I die They call me The Seeker I've been searching low and high I've looked under chairs I've looked under tables I've tried to find the key To fifty million fables I asked Bobby Dylan

Moving right along to the next big city Highway vagabonds, living like hippies Okay, jump off the exit Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas Caravan like a wild west show I don't care, man, as long as we go Get off one and get on the other Highway,

All I wanna do is get high by the beach All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by baby, baby, bye bye The truth is I never bought into your bullshit When you would pay tribute to me 'Cause I know that All I wanted to do was get high by the beach Get

I can't stop thinking 'bout you I can't get high, I can't get by, I can't get through (I want you all) 3 A.M. and my neighbors hate me Music blasting, shaking these walls This time Mary Jane won't save me I've been working later, I've been drinking

Yeah I know when you're outside, I could feel the temperature rise The temperature, temperature Yeah I, I say I could get you so high Uh, girl you're hot and cold, that makes you warm Let your ex-man stay in the storm When you don't have to force it,

Would you ride with me? (Yeah) Would you lie for me? (That's right) Would you get high with me? (For sure) Would you die for me? (No doubt) Venue after venue, I've been through Come up to the telly, so I can bend you Send you to the store, condoms and

Goin' back home, get my old gal soon I got a map to the highway, baby Movin' on down the line You a high-priced chick, and I got to let you go I love you, baby, you think I good price Yeah, baby, I got to let you go That's why I am goin' back home, get

Sugar how you get so fly? Got me lifted, driftin' higher than the ceiling Before you play with fire, do think twice Sugar, how you get so fly? But sugar, how you get so fly? Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, hey She got cherry lips, angel eyes

Don't we get a little Get a little Don't we get a little high Get a little high, high So why, why? Don't we get a little high, high? You don't have to be so cautious If you practice what you preach

Got a nigga goin' crazy Time goes by, puffin' on lye Hopin' that it gets me high I feel crazy Oh yeah, I feel crazy And Hennessy don't help Throw me a cigarette, dawg! They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker I got Bad Azz in this motherfucker