Swishers (feat. Vee Armstrong)

I see you, baby Transparent as the smoke That's filling up my room Elusive lover can I touch you Color you pretty with my passion Fantastic hallucinations Ooooooooh Can you taste my thoughts While I indulge in your liquid courage, babe Feels like we're making love Strawberry kisses from your sugar cane lips Heaven must be right beneath this Eyes to ceiling as we (Turn this place into the smokers room) Le le le let me (Light your mind up, babe) Dope hits of your pure euphoria Ta ta ta take me (To nirvana, bae) Do you hear it Can you take me there I’ve gotta feeling That you gone let me hit and I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher) I’ve gotta feeling That you gone let me hit and I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher) I’ve gotta feeling That you gone let me hit and I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher) I’ve gotta feeling That you gone let me hit and I ain't talking bout the swisher Could you be my high Would you be my rollee When it’s grind time, put in work, my employee Sativa, you’re my Apple bomb (Pull me in slow) Feel it in your chest, girl (Never let me go, light the cherry watch it glow) Our vision is slowed, our words bold My thoughts are filthy (Match me when I’m about to blow) Baby, filter me No stems, no seeds Time stand still I love the way this feels Ribbons in the sky Blowing in the wind Let’s go a little farther It’s something bout the way we grind It’s something bout the way you roll It makes me wanna pull our love And blow it in the air And baby I’ve got a feeling I might just let you hit and I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Talkin' bout the swisher) I’ve got a feeling I might just let you hit and I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Swisher) I’ve got a feeling I might just let you hit and I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher) I’ve got a feeling I might just let you hit and I ain’t talking bout the swisher