[Intro]

I woke up nose face down in the dirt

The nature around has wiped that smirk

And once it punched me to the curb

I just got up and I smoked some herb

Well let me tell ya about that place

It was desolate without a fuckin' trace

The GPS couldn't find our case

We felt like a rat race in a maze

[Hook] (2x)

Well let me give ya straight face

The wheel base is beyond fucked

My legs feel like they're beyond fucked

The dealer we saw was beyond fucked

The wind interrupts our fat blunt

[Verse 1]

Ay, pullin, into the desert

This is our definition of resort

The terrain makes us reframe

From seeing pain and assigning blame

Never seen land like this before

Makes me forget about Al Gore

I'm just sitting on the rocks I work on the score

You're proving once again why you're such a whore

I'm eating your pussy but it makes me bored

I'd rather spend cradling a gourd

I know one night I'll find my sword

And then by a week I swear I'll soar

And if you truly find that you're sore

I can sit and open a Coors

[Hook] (2x)

Well let me give ya straight face

The wheel base is beyond fucked

My legs feel like they're beyond fucked

The dealer we saw was beyond fucked

The wind interrupts our fat blunt

[Verse 2]

Images of a sandy utopia

Makes the mind think it's got hyperopia

It's even worse its cyclopia

Listen here don't try opium

True death in the land of air

But sand in the air will take my breath

Breath of the free and the ignorant

Ignorant will take like Macbeth

Die in the road or pass for survivors

Don't even fret we're just outsiders

We're really only looking for supply fires

By the chance do you have a lighter?