come ride with me so sinfully down the stoney trail
pull the bong up to your lips breath out, ignite, inhale
all that steaming burning bowl, lose all of that selfcontrol
hotbox tempo eighty six, on the stoney trail.
limit eighty single lane. past a hundred in the rain.
crazy flashes cross my brain, ride the stoney trail.
no light forever made for pleasure down a serpent track
gentle curving, tight and squirming, street lamps light the black
puff and pass, foot the gas, the city glows afire
the bass is pumping, burning rubber sounds beneath my tire
roll that joint real big and girthy, always save the seed
roll it tight, roll it right. A hundred twenty three.
A fatty phillie gone goofy silly crack da window bra.
The engines groaning, the brain is stoing image bright and raw.
Down stoney trail we fly and sail, a hundred fourty eight
Life is great, me and my date, on the stoney trail.
I rolled and wrecked, I broke her neck. I wish that I was dead
If only they would slip some poison through the tube im fed
all was lost, when yellow crossed, i jumped over the rail
from driving down so wrecklessly, on the stoney trail.
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