`Cloud 9`

Meet me on cloud 9 at 4:20, come high R.S.V.P. bring some weed and party 'til we all come down I hope I never come down (just in case) I wake up with a joint in my mouth silence, the only sound I hear trying to stay high all day so I spark up the joint and smoke it away Flashback, Im outside trying to fly into the blue sky not a cloud in sight it burns my eyes with a brilliant, blue bright (which reminds me, the other day) I saw the word "haze" in the shadow of the grass and it tripped out my hippie, pothead ass (and then it spoke) smoke da ganja try de marijuana you know you wanna so here's some chronic for ya then all the hippies danced in the grass of an open field fully knowing what was real they started loading up their pipes with sticky chronic greens next they started passing the high around, at one with their surroundings then one of the rainbow colored people turned to me and told me a great deal about almost everything (he told me) Don't look to the sun for guidance It'll only blind your fragile eyes and when the time comes my brother you will see it's all worthwhile (and I closed my eyes) when I blinked them back open, I was no longer there... I surveyed my surrounding and looked down to see I was no longer on the ground, the world was far below me thats when i laid down and painted an invitation in the sky (it said) R.S.V.P come high, 4:20 meet me on cloud 9