roll it up, who gives a fuck?
someone get me a number, cause you know i need that lift
face first in a mountain of snow, coming down from that drift
cause its never a good time unless it kills
and its never cheap, these are full price thrills
sinking 8 balls off the end of my cue
i chalk it up nightly till the tip turns blue
can i borrow a twenty i gotta make ends meet
and by meet i mean down the alley at the end of the street
burry my head in the sand and dive into the dunes
my skin starts crawlin if i dont get myself back up by noon
come on man cut that powder, make it longer, thinner
cause its gettin cold and we all know snowbirds fly north come winter