I got the will to drive myself sleepless. So much time is cashed, so much smoke is wasted. Sudden dissapearance, and the air is thick and cool. And I can approach myself, skidding over this perdition. But now I'm out on the verandah, when I should have gone to school. I got the will to drive myself sleepless. Well, I call for sleep, but sleep, it won't come to me. Shuffling in the hallway, I can hear him on the stairs. And I hear his lighter flicking, I hear the soft sigh of his inhale. And the whole width of my intentions, he exhales into the air, yeah. I got the will to drive myself sleepless. Skeedunt stunt the runt, smoking buddha blunts. Skeedunt stunt the runt. Skeedunt stunt the runt, smoking buddha blunts. Skeedunt stunt the runt. I got the will to drive myself sleepless.