baby girl I pour my heart into a jar for you I tip in huge at the bar for you I took the wheel of a car for you...I'm fucked up but now I'm rollin with my windows down this shit be blasting you don't hear a sound these fuckin pills make my head go round surprised I kept my feet up on the ground
cause I'm cookin something good and you gonna come down and smoke it with me cause girl I'm cookin something good and you gonna be feeling this shit for weeks
I'll come down when the sun goes up and these freaks go back to sleep our bodies burning in the sun while our lips drying up and cracking in the heat call this shit your ear candy, ear crack, it's all the god damn same to me either way you gonna be buying when it's time to bring it down to the streets
I've been cookin something I've been cookin something good and you gonna come smoke it with me I've been cookin something good and you gonna be feeling this shit for weeks
cause lately I've been banging out these numbers while these fools trying to catch up on their sleep and lately I've been counting through these bars while these fools laying back and countin sheep and everytime I hear you say fuck this I'll be there saying "c'est la vie" so "c'est la vie, c'est la vie"
but with some old gin sitting and a whim of cold shoulders out the engines open and I'm all grown from clovers we are within the slim fortune of a postponed comatose I clothe the skin orchard in an ozone overcoat