Take an anti-air gun to my brain
I'm higher than I kite
So put some holes in me before I reach the stars
Gang Wars
Low Drawers
Garage Doors
Storage Wars
Puff/Blow, Click/Clack, Scritch/Scratch
All the sounds made to satisfy cravings
Take another run of this verbal drug
I've heard it's called poetry
I'll pass the pen if you'll
Take a hit with me