me oh me oh me oh my i wish that i could still get high and not freakout
when you text me right away it makes me wanna blow the smoke away from my mouth again
out of eric's smelly room and into what i thought was doom and gloom all along
this is very new to me, i started saying yes you see, and now im in your bed, uh huh
n' love it dont feel wrong
n' love, dont it feel strong
i can get fucked up myself, just put me on my little shelf and watch me do my dance
jameson and 20 bucks of jukebox time'll give me my best pool cue poppin' hand, uh huh
n' love, should i feel wrong?
i ask cause you do it all the time
my pitcher equates me to your bong, is it funny that i said that?