Fume

My friend picked me up about quarter past 5

We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive

We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up

Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply

And there's a fume

In this truck

And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck

There's a fume

In this truck

And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

We spent many years always tryin to get high

Smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids

Talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke

Now we're totally rockin', totally rockin'

And there's a fume

In this truck

And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck

There's a fume

In this truck

And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

We got a good idea so we pulled off the road

Got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo

I said, let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go

Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing

And there's a fume

In this truck

And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck

There's a fume

In this truck

And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck is going on.

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And i really don't think that i know what to do

There's a man in my shoe

Yeaaaaaahhhh!

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