Hmm
Yeah
Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone
I know that you want me to leave you alone
I'm rocking around with John Lennon
I'm smoking 'til seven-seven
She say she hate that I'm reckless
But she gon' fuck for a second
I'm smoking boof blunts, and I'm too stuck
To even know that you meant it
I'm feeling boofed up
With my two blunts
'Cause I know I'm from heaven
I got this lemonade cookie crunch
When they love me gon' book me a bunch
Asked me how I got stoges on me
Told 'em, "Check the floor, get me one"
Last night I fucked it up
Stashed up like "What you want?"
Cookies with alcohol
And I love you, I never stopped
Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone
I know that you want me to leave you alone
Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone
Talk to me like you miss me up on the phone
I just wanna be there when you coming home
Fucked up in the backseat while I'm cruising down the 101
Zoe said she love me, smoke my kush, I had to hit the funds
Bentley coup, Bentley coup
I fuck that shit up for the fun
Who is you?
I smoke the blue the clues gon' hit you when you want, yeah
Lil Peep talks to me
I box the beat
Then smoke my spliff
I done been off a bean
Like, "What's your name?
And who you is?"
I'm smoking this shit in the back
One man, but I'm toking for thousands
She said she want her youth
I asked, "You heard of the fountain?"
Got too much on me
Bad lil bitch give fuck 'bout a comment
Got too much depth to these bars they like a "Watchamacallit"
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Yeah
Hey
Hmm
Yeah