4:20 in the morning
I'm looking for a light
My lighter ran out of fluid from all the blunts we've smoked tonight
1 friend smokin with me
3 passed out on the floor
I'm just about to panic then my friend walks through the door
And the blunt is rolled
And the blunt is rolled

I ask my friend for fire
And he searches through his pants
He pulls out a Bic lighter
And I knew we had a chance
Askin for a miracle
Hopin it would light
I spark up the last blunt and I pass it to the right
And the blunt is smoked
And we start to choke

And the blunt is smoked
Cause he had a light
I load another bowl
In my chameleon pipe
As the night goes on we get so stoned
Loading up my pipe
And the blunt is smoked

About an hour later
My eyes are fucking red
That damn blunts still a-smokin
And my eyelids feel like lead
But oh a ray of hope as the blunt comes back around
And my friends and I we all agree that it's time to put it down
And the blunt is roached
And the blunt is roached

And the blunt is roached
And we all are high
We still got that bowl
I loaded in my pipe
As the night goes on we get so stoned
We spark up the pipe
Cuz the blunt is roached