Gettin' high, chillin' with my bros Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros And you know I got a gang of pre-rolls Talkin' 'bout these hoes, yeah Tryna dodge these hoes Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, woah, oh, woah It's gon' be your favorite song

Oh-woah-woah, I, I can't wait to see you again The last time I freaked out I just kept looking down I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about Felt like I couldn't breathe You asked what's wrong with me My best friend Lesley said, "Oh,

Woah, I'm gonna lie low Smoke in my hand, oh Lying awake in my hotel bed, oh I'll never let this go I'll do this on my own Little boy inside my chest Down in the valley, down in my love, oh Beat my heart just like a drum Tell him I'll never forget

Whoa whoa, whoa Wake up fuck your bitch before I pee ('fore I piss) Wash my fucken hands and brush my teeth (brush my teeth) Side arm bitch you know thats right on me (right on me) Red rag tied around my neck, bitch, ooh VVS them diamonds in my necklace

Such a long time ago If I found you with another There's one thing you should know Got to give it up or let me go Well I told you pretty baby Well I'd walk right out your door Woah you might call me crazy Oh honey if you want me to love you I know

Oh, oh, oh, oh, woah I didn't have you under my tree this Christmas But I had you all over my wish list You're not under my mistletoe The weather outside is cold Lord knows I tried Under my tree this Christmas Oh-oh-oh-oh (Ear drummers)

Wherever you go, I'll go wherever you go It wasn't 'til I met you Oh woah, you're the music in the dark And you're the sound of my guitar You're the high that I was chasing You're the song inside my head That I understood the sky And the way the moon

Don't stay for me But don't stay for me If you got to leave Do what you need Oh woah, oh woah I know that there's times That you get so tired And you know I want you to stay Lately I've been thinking

That same old song (woah oh) Ride with us on Friday night See if we don't burn it up See if we ain't crankin' Hank Sippin' on a little somethin' strong I hear there's folks Tired of us talking about dirt roads Tailgates, tan lines and corn rows It sounds

Up on the mountain I see down below Woah-oah-oh-oh-oh-oh Woah-oah-oh-oahh It's easy to lose yourself I know Can't hear what you're shouting, I'm deaf to your show It's easy to lose your self control Everybody gets high, everybody gets low Life can be