I'll pass the joint another time around,
5 years gone by, I can't even frown.

The piles gets larger,
The arguments few and far between,
Life is getting easier,
Maybe it's just me.

Cause in my head, this plant is What I got,
But Bradley died young, I can't give up.

All my friends are potheads, my family gave up,
just another year, stuck in that rut.