CoPilot

The Smiths I'm sorry I said I love The Smiths You have good taste in music You like The Smiths? Yeah To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die I love em Holy shit She can be real She can be glamorous Has to be chill Pass my analysis Down for a thrill She never scandalous Must have a skill For rolling up cannabis Beautiful face and a beautiful body She the type that treat sex like a hobby And she don't roll up with a posse She blowing bomb like Benghazi Let's take a walk to the bay Let's have a talk about waves Let's sit on the dock and get blazed Let's take a rocket to space You seem like the type I could care about Buy you shit, take you home, wear you out Ya man got a problem let's air it out Roll up on his whip and just air him out Help me roll this weed up Switching lanes I speed up I'm the one you think of Baby let me hit that Help me roll this weed up Switching lanes I speed up I'm the one you think of Baby let me hit that I want you to be my I want you to be my I want you to be my CoPilot I want you to be my I want you to be my I want you to be my CoPilot She can handle a weapon Giuseppe's she steppin in Other bitch hit me up she be threatening Take a hit I can show you what heaven is Tell ya man he don't know who he messing with New Benz cockpit like a spaceship Eating shrooms let me take you on a day trip Spark trees know I stay lit Dark tees cause I'm so basic Playlist on shuffle Couple hundred grand in a duffle Run around town causing trouble Don't see a reason to be humble Got a beautiful bitch on the side of me Love the sound that she makes when she riding me I'm loving the fact she confides in me And I love it when she's getting high wit me oh Help me roll this weed up Switching lanes I speed up I'm the one you think of Baby let me hit that Help me roll this weed up Switching lanes I speed up I'm the one you think of Baby let me hit that I want you to be my I want you to be my I want you to be my CoPilot I want you to be my I want you to be my I want you to be my CoPilot