Woke up at two, missed half the day, stumbled out of bed in a comfortable haze. Coffee on my shirt, looking for my other shoe, living life in slow motion, got nothing to do. I'm a semi-functional stoner, drifting through the haze, navigating life in a permanent daze. Grow my own weed, smoke the whole supply, fading through the days one jay at a time. To-do list crumpled, scattered on the floor, got big dreams, but I’ll nap a little more. Find my groove in the afternoon sun, laughing at the world, just having some fun. I'm a semi-functional stoner, drifting through the haze, navigating life in a permanent daze. Grow my own weed, smoke the whole supply, fading through the days one jay at a time. In the mellow moments, creativity flows, ideas spark as thoughts echo. Life’s a journey, no race to run, I take things slow, but shit gets done. Friends drop by, and we chill for a while, conversations flow in a laid-back style. My job can wait, the bong is packed, I'll go to work right after snacks. I'm a semi-functional stoner, drifting through the haze, navigating life in a permanent daze. Grow my own weed, smoke the whole supply, fading through the days one jay at a time.