Smoke

There's beauty in your touch
There's beauty in your touch
It's something that I love
Something that I love about you baby, and I just can't get enough
No I just can't get e-
I'm thinkin' you the one, my conscious call it love
I wonder if it's luck, I hope she let me fuck
Gotta be on the right side of history
Then we hit epiphanies too hard to swallow
The baggage that I borrowed it was
Too much, then I had to surrender
We show our pain that we hid in November
Too complex for lovin' that simple
But I'm still tryna link sometime with the

Marijuana smoke
Pouring out my window, pouring out my window
I know you're lost sometimes
But you get back to the marijuana smoke
Pouring out my window, pouring out my window
Pouring out my window

Do you play with my emotions and not get back on purpose
Did you waste my fuckin' time just to turn around on purpose
Like whose time is you on
Does he give you good weed, good d and you moan
I bet not
Better not be the case, cause either way
Infatuation gon' be a pain today
Self-medicate when I can, that's drunk and stalking the gram
That's vision holding your hand
Thats what we do when I'm with you and ever since you know I loved it
I'm a fiend for your time on the screen and our marijuana smoke
It's how you and I medicate
Used to dream about cruising on the PCH
Now I dream about your face, and every time I take another hit I sink
And the marijuana smoke

Pouring out my window, pouring out my window
I know you're lost sometimes
But you still get back to the marijuana smoke, woo
Pouring out my window, pouring out my window
You know it's pouring out my window
Know it's pouring out my window, ooh