Crackhouse Bonanza - Puffball

I came on too strong but I shine on the bike

A crackhouse bonanza you know what it’s like

Pigs from the left and feds from the right

Free as foam, I cruise through the night

Slick, strong and stoned the journey is on

All thoughts of that mess and cops they are gone

Peak of all peaks, an ultimate ride

Some kicks are good but this one’s bona fide

CRACKHOUSE BONANZA IS LEFT BEHIND

I’M ON THE ROAD WITH A FUCKED-UP MIND

I rev up the engine, the stars are my guides

Haven’t seen people for too many miles

Forward to freedom or roll on to death

Tijuana here I come, lay up the meth

Gliding so perfect, I control the zone

The roar in my head is setting the tone

Crossing the border with shark-like eyes

I’m out of fuel but it still feels nice

CRACKHOUSE BONANZA IS LEFT BEHIND

I’M ON THE ROAD WITH A FUCKED-UP MIND

BIG TROUBLE IN THE HOUSE OF CRACK

I’M ON THE ROAD AND I WON’T GO BACK