Where We Go

She feel better when I hold her, close
We get higher, she sing higher, notes
Now we're trapped inside a melody
Sex with me is like another dream
Feel the euphoria, L-O-V-E
We in that PT Cruiser rollin' down Daytona Beach
She's so expensive, doing blow on the dash But looks just like Mona Lisa, she love the smell of the gas
This is the finest of reefer

She loved to get high
She ever cared about where we would go
As Long as we get high
She never would care about where we go
Go, go, go, go, go,
Care bout where we go, go, go, go, go,go
Care bout where we go, go, go, go, go, go
Care bout where we go
Care bout where we go
Care bout where we go



Credits
Writer(s): Mykel Simpkins
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