Smoking Section

You said I could get in when I wanted to
Music so loud smokes silencing the room
The lights dim down as if it's sexual
Anxious for the pleasure of being filled with you

Whose got that fire
Because I'm ready to get higher
This weeds about to expire
Roll up, I never get tired
Boss up and take me for a ride
Right by Mary Jane, passenger side
Blurred vision, crossing over doubled lines
Is this shit in rotation, cuz smokes in my eyes

I'm trapped in this hot car
Body burning up like a match box, I can't breathe
Heart beating fast like a stop watch
I can feel my soul walk off and leave
Man this shit is some fire
Grabbing stars souring higher
Taking trips through the wire, wire

You said I could get in when I wanted to
Music so loud Mary earths clouding up the room
Boosted my high, rode to the sky with you
We ain't ever coming down from the moon

Whose got that bic
I'm ready for my next hit
We can light it up and put it
In the sky, inhale exhale it
Take a ride to the east side
Marijuana's all up in my eyes
Backwoods, some sheets and some funnel
No matter what high, ima ride in the tunnel

I'm trapped in this hot car
Hips winding like a record
Feeling so at ease
Shot gun after shot gun
Body tipping like I've been drinking that purple lean
Man this shit is some fire
Grabbing stars souring higher
Taking trips through the wire, wire

I got some sheets and some funnel and backwoods
You said I could get in, when I wanted to
I got some sheets and some funnel and backwoods
You said I could get in, when I wanted to
I got some sheets and some funnel and backwoods

I got some sheets and some funnel and backwoods
You said I could get in, when I wanted to
I got some sheets and some funnel and backwoods
You said I could get in, when I wanted to
I got some sheets and some funnel and backwoods