Fume

My friend picked me up about quarter past 5
We stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive
We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up
Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply

And there's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

We spent many years always tryin to get high
Smokin' broken pencils and beatin' up kids
Talkin' to the devil and drinkin' a coke
Now we're totally rockin', totally rockin'

And there's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck or what?

We got a good idea so we pulled off the road
Got some molly hatchet goin' on the stereo
I said, let's roll up the windows, and let the nitrous go
Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing

And there's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck
There's a fume
In this truck
And i don't know if we're dead, or what the fuck is going on.

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And i really don't think that i know what to do
There's a man in my shoe
Yeaaaaaahhhh!

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