Jonathan Dufour

Yo Yannick

Play that chillin' sound

Two hours after four twenty

We're still baking and we're chilling in the basement of the Dufour twins

Three more hours and we're drunk

Burnt out from that blissfull skunk

Filled to the rim, bloated from

Overflowing full of liquid gold

So we jam on a blue guitar

Drunk and stupid from the bar

The creative juices we jist drank

Will help in this chilling jam

Yo Yannick

Play that Chillin' Sound

The chillin sound we just produced

Is just some of living proof that maryjane aint all that bad

She brings you joy when you are sad

So Yannick

Pack me a bong

Pass me a beer

Play that Chillin' Sound

God knows I need it