Fume (Leftovers version)

(One, two, three, four)

My friend picked me up about quarter past five

Stopped and got some donuts and we took a little drive

We had a can of nitrous, we rolled the windows up

Now we're breathin' deeply, breathin' deeply

And there's a fume

In this truck

And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck

There's a fume

In this truck

And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck

Or what, no

We spent many years always tryna get high

Seemed like there wasn't nothin' that we wouldn't try

Wе made made bongs out of bananas and we freebasеd turpentine

We were always lookin', always lookin'

And there's a fume

In this truck

And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck

There's a fume

In this truck

And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck

Or what

Ooh

Well, we got a good idea so we pulled off the road

Got some Molly Hatchet going on the stereo

Rolled up the windows and let the nitrous go

Now we can't stop laughing, can't stop laughing

And there's a fume

(Fume)

In this truck

(In this truck)

And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck

(And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck)

There's a fume

(There's a fume)

In this truck

(In this truck)

And I don't know if we're dead or what the fuck

(And I don't know if we're dead or what...I don't know what the fuck is—what the fuck is this fume comin' outta my nose?)