Armchair Monk

Shit can start to take its toll
Just a little bit
Just a little bit baby
Each time it's a little more
It was never meant
It was never meant
So I scratch that off the list and go
Just to get a thrill
Just to cop a feel from it
She said it was hard to cope
I guess it was real
I can't see what's real so I take a tab and watch it float
Just to get a thrill
Just to get a thrill
She said it was hard to cope
I had to go, I had to go, I had to go
Rid them of your mind
Rid them of your soul
Blow another O
Rhythm of the blow
Down the 45
Headed to the coast
Hundred thousand miles
So just so ya know
Fuck another odd, roll another go
Blow another O
Hanging on the line
Till it's time to go
Acting like an asshole, she said boy your mind gone
Shit can start to take its toll
Just a little bit
Just a little bit baby
Each time it's a little more
It was never meant
It was never meant
So I scratch that off the list and go
Just to get a thrill
I can't see what's real so I take a tab and watch it float
I had to go, I had to go, I had to go
Rid them of your mind
Rid them of your soul
Blow another O
Rhythm of the blow
Down the 45
Headed to the coast
Hundred thousand miles
So just so ya know
Fuck another odd, roll another go
Blow another O
Hanging on the line
Till it's time to go
Acting like an asshole, she said boy your mind gone
In your eyes and you'll see
All that we had was a beat, all that we had was a beat, all that we
In your eyes and you'll see
All that we had was a beat, all that we had was a beat