Faded than a hoe
You’re so high of the zaza it feels like your brain is melting and your pants are on fire.
I’m so high of the zaza I just sat down on the floor and started talking to my cat like it was my ex.
My brain is melting, my pants are on fire, and I’m still high of the zaza.
I just got high of the zaza and now I’m talking to the ceiling like it owes me money.