We Could (feat. Danny Diamonds)

Oh-oh, oh-oh Chill with a 'rillo and talk about issues while we blow our way through the OZ Go through my family photos, I swear all my exes in love with the old me Pour you a glass of that Whiskey Say that you only drink wine Smelling like smoke when you kiss me Your mama gon' beat your behind Oh, you palm reader? Your hands are just always on mine You say you ain't for that cuffin' shit But you holding 'em half of the time Your pinky ring gold'er than mine Your pinky ring gold'er than mine Love for a woman who tasteful, 'cause she asks the flavor when we getting high-igh We get high You go low Close your eyes, blow that smoke Know you ride on your own We got time, take it slow Yeah, we could Yeah, we could-ould Colorful Butterflies 'til her stomach full Slip and slide, get me gullible Push the Mary, but she love to pull So we getting high I keep some extra for desperate times Desperate measures for them dollar signs I feel like I say this all the time But I can't decide Scrolling the menu, I'm tryna' remember that place that we went to I like you better when you wearing basically nothing up under my sweater I lent you Blinked twice and she rob me blind Cherry pie leave her paralyzed, alright (Alright, alright) We get high You go low Close your eyes, blow that smoke Know you ride on your own We got time, take it slow Yeah, we could Yeah, we could-ould (What)