Backwood Love

She grabs the Dutch and brings the weed as she lets me proceed I always bring her favorite flower that gelato she needs Picking through the marijuana trynna find her a seed A metaphor of how we grow we cut it up carefully All the beef and all the drama getting handled with trees Everybody got they vices this is just how we breathe She opens up for conversation yea she talks a lot But she ain’t scared to roll a Dutch up in the parking a lot You tellin me love it feels so good because we like to smoke a lot Rollin the wood it feels so good I hope we make it to the top You tellin me love it feels so good because we like to smoke a lot Rollin the wood it feels so good I hope we make it to the top I’m so fucked up, I hope that you don’t mind We know wassup, roll up let’s both get high I’m so fucked up, I hope that you don’t mind We know wassup, roll up let’s both get high I’m bout to knock on your door so you can kick it with me You know the boy from New York I brought the scissors with me I learn to cut up the leaf back with my nigga Jeffrey And when she smoke she get deep she rollin up to biggie I like to kick it with your mind And your words are so sublime Girl you built for my design Man it’s crazy how we trippin if the plug isn’t on time Got the blueprint to ya movements and I know we match in signs You tellin me love it feels so good because we like to smoke a lot Rollin the wood it feels so good I hope we make it to the top You tellin me love it feels so good because we like to smoke a lot Rollin the wood it feels so good I hope we make it to the top I’m so fucked up, I hope that you don’t mind We know wassup, roll up let’s both get high I’m so fucked up, I hope that you don’t mind We know wassup, roll up let’s both get high