Pass It To The Sky (White Pop Version Track)

(álbum: The Mighty Death Pop! - 2012)

Well?
Well, what?
Light it up, ninja!
I am!
So, what the fuck you doing, then?
Passing it up to the sky
Well, how long they hittin'?

Sometimes I get so high, my mind gets lost in
Compton, with Eazy-E, riding down Slauson
Ice cold 40's, freezing our balls
Smoking purple [?] and shorties creeping and crawling
I won't lie, no place I'd rather be when I'm high
Than up on Andre the Giant's shoulders, smoking [?]
On his way to the ring as he's beating some ass
I'm front row with Bruce Lee, eating brownies of hash
Then I dash in the limo off to Neverand
For a water balloon fight with the King of Pop, my man
We stop his ferris wheel, way up on top
And smoke cotton candy nuggets out his personal crop
I can't stop wishing all my heroes wasn't dead, man
We was marinating somewhere getting high instead
It's just a dream, or so it seem, but every day I'm closer
Than I've ever been to getting high with breed again

Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
We look up to ya. We look up to ya

Imagine packing [?] with John Lennon
Yellow Submarine, puffing train wrecker lemon
Pass up on the left side, Mr. Bob Marley
Take a big hit. Praise Jah, rastafari
Up to the sky, so high, unbelievable
Jimi Hendrix jamming solos for kilo
Look at Kobain whipping cocaine with Elvis
Sid Vicious ripping whip-it's with Jesus?
Me and Janice blazed heavy, got incredibly deep
Morrison up on the couch. He's either dead or asleep
I raise my joint to the clouds, Garcia he be
Filling up a wheelbarrow full of superior weed
I'm hearing "Hey, dirtay." Let me hit that OG again
Yeah, just me and Stevie Ray
Johnny Cash then lit up the burning ring of fire
Even better, add a 'Jane. Show me how to hold it high

Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
We look up to ya. We look up to ya

Man, I'm still here smoking buds. I'm popping wheelies
Up and down the street on my bike. I'm getting silly
Like Evel Knievel riding around soaking Phillies
You're jumpin down the stairs, breaking bones. Man, I know you feel me
Time to [?] just shoot it
Albert Einstein, duct tape and super glue it
I'm high like Mike's dad. Pass it up and just do it
And everybody still alive, feel the vibe and groove it (Yeah)
I see myself riding up and down the block
Going west side [?] smoking pot with 2Pac. Ha!
And Lord knows I be hitting mad bulls
Down to Mexico, it's a [?]
That Joaquin Phoenix, we just drank a beer
But I did smoke one with his rap career (Ooh!)
Right in the streets of New York, raisin hell
Puffing on ales with Biggie and Big L's

Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
We look up to ya. We look up to ya

Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
(To show we care) Let us all hold it high
Pass it to the sky! We look up to ya
We look up to ya. We look up to ya