One night of indiscretion
An egg cooked to perfection
My mind in mental defection
From one weed-night out sweatin'
Like birds flyin'
Vertically and  
Horizontally  
At the same time trippin'
Creatin' angles in the mind
Blind to the fact
This reality of mine
Where the sun barely shines
The bitter cold of winter grinds 
The heart refused to resist the pressure
I was struck on my back for lyin'
Did I learn the lesson?
My girlfriend's still  cryin'
From what she'd found in the dresser
Roarin' like a lion
I spoke my best one
Denyin'
Line after line
Tryin'
To flip the switch
To reconnect the hitch
To take the key out the ignit'
Dodgin' nine milimeta' spit
"Ignorant son of a bit"
My tongue
Tryin' to convince
Butt got kicked out 
Quickity-quick!