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



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Writer(s): Pablo Terrero
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