It’s covered in the grey fog
and you see me out the door
Can you even understand
the whispering cigarette smoke
I’d like some whiskey,
the same color as the out there
‘cause I’m under a wandering curse
I’d like some 17’s Glenfiddich
and give me some messages
I can hear and I can see what I have to do
I’m not a prodigal son
I’m not a grey monster
I’m not a, I’m not a, I’m not a
(Eh) Get it, get it
Oh shawty, shawty
I already know
that I crossed over the huge wall
But I’m not a wandering teddy bear
Am I smiling, or am I crying?
The atmosphere is getting on grey
It’s covered in the grey fog
and you see me out the door
Can you even understand
the whispering cigarette smoke
I’d like some whiskey,
the same color as the out there
‘cause I’m under a wandering curse
(Wah - )
I’m in Pacific ocean, traffic on potion,
got enough for immersion,
take me to yo’ emotion
Get it, get it. Oh shawty, shawty
I already know
that I crossed over the huge wall
I’m a little torn
and the cotton stuffing sticked out
but I’m not a wandering teddy bear
Am I howling, or am I growling?
I can’t see it all
It’s covered in the grey fog
and you see me out the door
Can you even understand
the whispering cigarette smoke
I’d like some whiskey,
the same color as the out there
‘cause I’m under a wandering curse
(Wah - )
(Wah - )
It’s covered in the grey fog
and you see me out the door
