Marijuana - Attic Abasement

What you feel like is how you like to feel

And there’s nothing like it near so you kind of like it here

Do I fill my arms with comfort or my hands with heat

Can I try to keep?

Mara mara wanna wanna

Mara mara wanna wanna

What you see is plainly colorful and there’s nothing that looks this dull as

what’s on your own wall

I stay slippery and try and sneak my way through whatever end ends everything

Kid, you’re broke and hungry just pretend it’s nothing

Sunrise is over, sunset’s beginning

Maybe make some money off me

Come on, make some money off me

Mari mari juana juana

Mari mari juana juana