No shirt on, head hanging out the window
Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
I got tats on my chest, gotta let that shit show
Yes I am happy to be here, that's just how I feel (yeah)
I got enough energy for this whole damn, world
And I could change the colour of your mooring just like (woah)
I got, I got, I got a lot of plans to change a lot
I got some thoughts about the way they making us, and so
Goddamn dangerous, become an activist
I might save us all, in God we trust
I'ma buy a hippy bus, fill that thing up with some kush
But love not lust, so
I'm gonna Woodstock a bus
There's only one way to roll it up
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
Hair blowing in the wind, blowing as a bimbo
Eyes got a smile, that's a permanent dimple
Why you make it so hot look so simple?
When you gonna get the handout?
You could be the one to solve all your issues
Who give a fuck if they diss you?
But y'all misuse tissues, you see
I only cry tears of joy
I got some mouths to feed, some friends to employ
It's starting to annoy me
Every time I hear somebody in my ear bringing bad luck
I'ma buy a hippy bus, fill that thing up with some kush
But love not lust, so
I'm gonna Woodstock a bus
There's only one way to roll it up
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
No shirt on, head hanging out the window
Feeling myself, baby, you know how the shit go
Now I'm getting so high, riding like she so low
No shirt on, head hanging out the window