[Intro] (playing on distant record) When the time comes, On a calm and tame tomorrow morning a bummy mother child is scorned and she can’t change course Chugging through the ghetto (the ghetto) [record scratch] [Verse 1] Stoned loner Stoned loner Send something real on over to me, dawg. Stoned loner Stoned loner Keep chuggin’ like you good. Chuggit all. Through the ghetto (the ghetto) Chuggin along Little Miss Chugga through the hood. Chugga, chugga, shoot shoot. Four or five rounds and so full from the boot—now scoot. In the ghetto (in the ghetto). Chugging along. Chuggin’ like I should. Like Little Miss Chugga Chugga through the hood. Little Miss Understood while riding a cowboy so the horse can feel good. [Verse 2] Melt. Crisp. Wet. Cold. Ice. Coals. Another one of my favorite songs. Every animal that sings along. Tolls. Goals. Holds. Folds. Scolds. Another place, another bong. Another race of the amazingly gone. Face. Taste. Waste. Case. Erase. What is this silly ole place? Soil and toil upon its glorious scapes. A bittersweet oasis inside a champagne supernova. Just a good ole boy and all the hippies with every bad choice that led to rage inside a voice Movin’ like you and I but in a Range Rover, And a four-leaf clover. Chugga chugga I’m a mother chuggin stoner [Chorus] Stoned loner Stoned loner Send something real on over to me, dawg. Stoned loner Stoned loner Keep chuggin’ like you good. Chuggit all. Chugga chugga chuggit like u knew u could Little Miss Chugga chug through the hood. Chugga, chugga, shoot shoot. Four or five rounds and so full from the boot—now scoot toot In the ghetto (in the ghetto). Chugging along. (Chugga chugga) Chuggin’ like I should. Mother chugga Like Little Miss Chugga Chugga through the hood. Little Miss Understood while riding a cowboy so the horse can feel oh so good. [Outro] (record scratch) Stoned Loner (stoneddddd loner)
