Killer Under
Set the scene
It's the summer
You're in a park
And nobody a bummer right now
Take a little sip of the soda
Take a little hit of the joint
We're a little far from sober
If we weren't then whats the pointa
I didn't want to get my senses involved with you
But my mind it crawls, it crawls
And It's thinking of you
I shoulda said I set a little medicine
Got a stick cut but its all gone
But it's still a Killer Under my sun
Gotta go and steal a boat
But its no fun
Shoulda set a little note in my hand
Gotta go and cut a section of a band
But the sticks in the cut still can
Gotta go and get a pizza man
Ah!
I didn't want to get my senses involved
With you
But my mind it crawls, it crawls
And It's thinking of you