[Intro] (Singer A: Frustrated sigh) (Singer B: Sound of a lighter flicking and a deep exhale) [Singer A]: Are you even listening to me? [Singer B]: Totally... wait, what? [Singer A] Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds [transition] [Singer B] Ooooh, Indica, Sativa, let’s just chill out now, The fridge is full of snacks, girl, that’s my vow. Ooooh, Indica, Sativa, hear the grinder sing, Every little spark makes my spirit take wing. I wake up thinking only one desire, To set those little green buds right on fire. The smoke is dancing in the afternoon light, It’s the only thing that makes the world feel right. Marijuana, you make life so sweet, From my fuzzy head down to my heavy feet. Marijuana, I’m calling your name, You’re the only love that ever stays the same. [melodic interlude] (Singer A groans in the background: "Unbelievable...") [Singer A] Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds [transition] [Singer B] For movies, for gaming, for midnight bites, You turn boring Tuesdays into neon nights. Even your nagging sounds like a song, When the edible kicks in, nothing is wrong. Marijuana, you make life so sweet, From my fuzzy head down to my heavy feet. Marijuana, I’m calling your name, You’re the only love that ever stays the same. [instrumental] (Heavy bass line with a slow, hazy tempo) [Singer A] Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds Clouds, clouds, clouds, clouds, get your head out the clouds [transition] [Singer B] Marijuana, you make life so sweet, I forgot we were supposed to go out and eat. Marijuana, we’re singing it true, I’d share my last bowl... maybe even with you. [Outro] [Singer A]: That’s it? That’s your romantic gesture? [Singer B]: I mean... it’s the top shelf stuff, babe. [Singer A]: I’m leaving. I’m actually leaving. [Singer B]: Can you grab some taco shells on your way back? [Singer A]: (Screams into a pillow) [Singer B]: Is that a yes? [Coughing] [Mumbling] [Fades Out]
