Weed Out

She had a real cute face and Despite her lack of taste I thought it was time to say hello Yes we have met before In September last fall Around a camp fire and yes I think I like her Chorus: So I played myself out Sip from my 40-ounce Don't smoke the weed out Took a step back So i played myself out Sip from my 40-ounce Don't smoke the weed out Till the cows come home And I don't know where I let myself go And i don't know if I'm ever gonna let it go First time I saw her face was Working at my cafe and Simply she flew into the room We had not met before I had to think of baseball We traded phone numbers and Yes I think i like her Chorus Bridge: So I guess Its been crapped upped Forever not enough My little buttercup Remembered what was up So I guess Its been crapped upped, forever not enough, my little buttercup Chorus