[Hook] Uh, can you feel it, feel it? Rush up then go away the strange feeling No goodbyes did you think that I was leaving It's a last minute trip [Verse 1: Bernz] On and on and on, about the daily stresses in life Light up a pipe or bright now I know more than a flight Put it on autopilot for the rest of the night Give me certified sikes 95 smugglers price I need to go and get gone, get lost so I can find myself Ain't packed my bags but got a duffle of something else I'm from the nuclear family imploding on itself Drive through the desert no water hopin' you wish me well Wishin' well quarters for pink piggy banks Burnin' man burnin' now I'm lost in the ranks *Spanish* Watch the tequila sun, rise, so many vultures in the sky Circlin' my ride, you would think it's feedin' time [Hook] [Verse 2: Wrekonize] It's a minute past diminish, not a minute past later Gettin' travel tips off of Carlos Castaneda I've taken journeys before but never this intact Pushed on the door to explore now I can't go back What a mess (?), but we know that each soul Is the center of its world 'til it elopes And sky dives high off a cliff, grand canyon You can't see the heavens if your beers still standin' junior Reality is tryin' to ruin ya Rid with me, forget about the bullshit pursuin' ya Would have packed bags but this trip just wasn't planned But what's a man need but the water and the land Pick a son of six plants, pocket full of high Quit your day job they'll just dock it till you die Pick up a pink slip and file it with the tribe And be sure to send a post card from the other side, goodbye [Hook] (2X)