Can't Put Cha Down
I can't, I can't put cha down
Yeah I can't I can't put cha down
You're my favorite of ever
Through the pain and the pleasure
Through the shine and the rain and whatever
Whatever the weather
We gotta keep us together
Because the older you get
You keep gettin' better
I will keep you in a temperature controlled state
I always think that I will but I don't wait
Humidity be damned
You bring me inner peace 5 grams
Is not enough I gotta fill the cup the whole way
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
This is a tribute
I can't, I can't put cha down
Yeah I can't I can't put cha down
Down, down. (yeah baby) Stuck on you, stuck on you
Man fuck it
I wish you had cousin
Or some other loved one that was better on my budget
You keep my heart thumpin'
You got the huigan
That I covet
No one above it
What if
I were to drop a thousand
While I was browsing
That money was not for you
That money was prolly for housing
Now I don't got a roof
And I gotta sell my couch
And I'm fighting with my spouse
And you're shipping three months out
This is ridiculous
And all because i'm intimate
With a particular blend
That is so fuckin' high end
I gotta taste it again
I gotta make it again
I gotta spend
Damn
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
I can't, I can't put cha down
Yeah I can't I can't put cha down
Yeah I can't I can't put cha down
You're my favorite of ever
Through the pain and the pleasure
Through the shine and the rain and whatever
Whatever the weather
We gotta keep us together
Because the older you get
You keep gettin' better
I will keep you in a temperature controlled state
I always think that I will but I don't wait
Humidity be damned
You bring me inner peace 5 grams
Is not enough I gotta fill the cup the whole way
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
This is a tribute
I can't, I can't put cha down
Yeah I can't I can't put cha down
Down, down. (yeah baby) Stuck on you, stuck on you
Man fuck it
I wish you had cousin
Or some other loved one that was better on my budget
You keep my heart thumpin'
You got the huigan
That I covet
No one above it
What if
I were to drop a thousand
While I was browsing
That money was not for you
That money was prolly for housing
Now I don't got a roof
And I gotta sell my couch
And I'm fighting with my spouse
And you're shipping three months out
This is ridiculous
And all because i'm intimate
With a particular blend
That is so fuckin' high end
I gotta taste it again
I gotta make it again
I gotta spend
Damn
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Sippin' on you
Trippin' on you
Sippin' on you
I can't, I can't put cha down
Yeah I can't I can't put cha down
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Writer(s): Justin Other
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