I'm programmed to smoke grams of the indica hemp
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Me and my girl in our own world as we sit on the bench
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Thinking about past times 'cause the presences a gift
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Lesser? what we wanted to give bigger because stress is a bitch
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And I know you wanna run the way until you forget
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About me and what we had together that we have regrets
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I wish there was a button on this game so we could reset
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I never wanted space but we don't know how to eject
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And for the record, I ain't trippin on these other niggas
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'Cause there ain't shit another man could ever discover with her
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And understand I'm a man so you think quicker
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I think liquor till I'm sicker so we biquer
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Trouble and stumbling over the gals curves
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And you muttering and cussin pretty lips fall words
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My negative active reactions are embedded
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Me and my rootly fetish and you cruelly taking credit
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Warehouse
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Hodgy Beats |