Feeling Of Ganja

Feeling Of Ganja

I've fallen down and can't get up,
My life is in a fucking rut,
I'm always going to try and succeed,
Even if it means drinking and smoking the weed,

So here I am all on my own,
Nothing to get up to and probably a bit blown,
Smoking the ganja as I stare into space,
A space cadet on the moon, carrying mace,

But why the hell am I carrying mace?
I think I better get out of this place,
I don't really wanna be in space,
When I could be somewhere better than this place,

So off I go to a land of pretend,
Walking around thinking everyone's my friend,
Looking around at what you'll never see,
You probably don't smoke never mind-doing weed,

I walked round the corner and couldn't believe to see,
A great giant cone full of chocolate ice cream,
Strawberry syrup and chocolate chips,
Chopped nuts all over and I started licking my lips,

So up I climb and I'm going for gold,
I'm at the top and it all turns bold,
My climb to the top was about to end,
And now I've come out of my land of pretend,

Fallen back down and not all can see,
Apart from my mate whose called Nessie,
Fallen back down and must try to get up,
My life has gone back to being in a rut.

So once again I must try to get up,
And once again I know I won't give up,
This time I'll try a different way,
Not give a shit and try to stop this play,

A new start is what I need,
Stop smoking pot and start smoking weed,
Show more confidence and stick up for myself,
Spot anyone that's giving me "behind the back" mouth,

I won't be scared to have a pop,
If people start then I won't stop,
Then once again I'll be back on top.