What It Is

They say the lights are always on

And nobody's home

They say I got a muscle in my skull

That's never grown

But it's a lot of pressure to be pretty and intelligent

Ya know?

Sometimes I sit and wonder

How they got the time

To use me as a punching bag

But hey, I don't mind

'Cause I'd probably be cynical

If I were as ugly on the inside

But I like my grass blue

And I like my weed green

I like to smoke it under a palm tree

And I'm covered in tattoos

Think God still loves me

My Christmas lights stay up year round

And that don't bug me

You can keep your stones and sticks

'Cause I'm too stoned to give a shit

I am who I am, and it is what it is

My mama said use honey, some sugar and some spice

'Cause life's already difficult

You might as well be nice

Keep your nose in your own business

Know that everything will be just fine

But I like my grass blue

And I like my weed green

I like to smoke it under a palm tree

And I'm covered in tattoos

Think God still loves me

My Christmas lights stay up year round

And that don't bug me

You can keep your stones and sticks

'Cause I'm too stoned to give a shit

I am who I am, and it is what it is

Yeah I like my grass blue

And I like my weed green

I like to smoke it under a palm tree

And I'm covered in tattoos

Think God still loves me

My Christmas lights stay up year round

And that don't bug me

You can keep your stones and sticks

'Cause I'm too stoned to give a shit

I am who I am, and it is what it is

Yeah I am who I am, and it is what it is