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?)