I can′t see Heaven but I think it's up there somewhere

I feel closer to the devil ′cause they say he lives down under

But if I could fly a thousand miles to chill with the man himself

I'd probably roll up one big fat one and say thanks for creative help

But how high do I gotta get to see angels in the sky

How much smoke I gotta blow to move the clouds to see your side

How many nights I gotta pray, how many Sunday's I gotta go

How many joints, how many miles, and how high, how high do I gotta go

Sometimes when I′m walkin′ I get goosebumps on my skin

'Cause I feel like somethin′s stalkin' and tryna walk on my heels

And then my spine gets some chills when I′m strollin' rivers and hills

And hoppin′ barbed wire fences just to come see what the deal is

Fuck the devil, I'ma rob him with six rounds and a steel

Cut his head off, mount it on the wall by all of my deer

Fuckin' punk, gimme that fiddle so I can leave and go pawn it

Hit downtown and buy some seeds and go and grow me some chronic

Yeah, I′m always rollin′ stoned but now I'm tryna take flight

And smoke a joint with old Jesus and grow some wings over night

Yeah, watch me cut donuts in clouds, past the gates made of gold

You shoulda known my soul was too priceless to ever be sold

I can′t see Heaven but I think it's up there somewhere

I feel closer to the Devil ′cause they say he lives down under

But if I could fly a thousand miles to chill with the man himself

I'd probably roll up one big fat one and say thanks for creative help

But how high do I got to get to see angels in the sky

How much smoke I gotta blow to move the clouds to see your side

How many nights I gotta pray, how many Sunday′s I gotta go

How many joints, how many miles, and how high, how high do I gotta go

How high do I gotta go

How high do I gotta go

How high do I gotta go

How high do I gotta go