Past 12

Its past 12 and we got blunts rolled
You looking so good from your head down to yo tip toes
Stay low-key, but we still fuck though
Isley brothers in the speakers on the ride home

I'm rolling these wraps, and I don't ever rap to ya something about you babe
If I ever leave girl you know I'm coming right back to ya can't stay away
I got yo back and yo front and yo sides
Earthquake pedals break down still won't knock me off of the ride
Look in my eyes, you brighten my life, more than a queen you a God
Essential to how I'm living, focused on you I ain't tripping off other women
Feeling is so rich when I'm with you and I ain't even touch a million
Broke the glass round my heart like a fire axe
Love run deep you can hear it inside the track
Chocolate sweeter than honey berry, inside louder than a drumming pad
And you know it's gas keep it mummy wrapped, you know how I gets down
Backwood hitting harder every time you pull it, feeling like it weigh 5 pounds
Caught up in time and I'm lost up in space, everything centers when I see your face
Lil bit left so lets roll a J of this wedding cake yea

Its past 12 and we got blunts rolled
You looking so good from your head down to yo tip toes
Stay low-key, but we still fuck though
Isley brothers in the speakers on the ride home

Its past 12 and you look so fine
Bobbing to the beat, pass the keys i'll turn off the head lights
Brand new strain, she said the blend nice
It's past 12 and you look so fine

told you that shit go straight to yo chest
I know what the move is, girl I do this, tell me where you tryna eat next
We pull up to the drive thru smelling like a re-up
You just chillin tell me yo order you ain't gotta pull yo seat up
Keep this green up, prolly finna roll another one when the munchies disappear
Pass me a water, don't try tequila mockingbird and I'm never sipping on a beer
Weather too cold, said roll up the windows tell her copy like 10-4
Hot box getting real sentimental so you know how that shit go
Please girl no interruptions, only me and you inside this bucket
What is yo taste don't show me no budget, I ain't balling yet but baby its coming
You ain't gotta fight like this ain't a fantasy you done envisioned I know that you love it
JR smith I turn a Nick to a nugget, trip to Hawaii I'm going mclovin

Its past 12 and we got blunts rolled
You looking so good from your head down to yo tip toes
Stay low-key, but we still fuck though
Isley brothers in the speakers on the ride home

Its past 12 and you look so fine
Bobbing to the beat, pass the keys i'll turn off the head lights
Brand new strain, she said the blend nice
It's past 12 and you look so fine

Slow thoughts, slow motion we moving fast
Baby hold on I'll make sure we don't crash
Hand on the wheel, controlling the motor but she drive the boat
Keep undercover baby we grown enough, they don't really have to know