Sometiems I need to paint, you can be my canvas
Sometimes I want to escape, even though it's selfish
I'm always comin over and smokin you out
Because everything is better with a blunt in your mouth
As the clock strikes twelve I'll be freakin you out
Make us both forget what we were worried about
Traffic's jammed on the 405
I hop in the whip cuz there's not much time
I'm gonna get to you
Fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky
Be in and out like a drive by
I'm gone. to take. the canyon
It feels so good because I know that it's wrong
Get back home, ain't nothin goin on
I'm gone. to take. the canyon
Sometimes I bite my lip so I don't slip and say his name
Cuz in these magic moments I get homesick all the same
I'm always comin over and smokin you out
Because everything is better with a blunt in your mouth
If I waited for you I'd just be waiting alone
So when the clock strikes 2 I'll be on my way home
Traffic's jammed on the 405
I hop in the whip cuz there's not much time
Damnit, I'm gonna get to you
Fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky
Be in and out like a drive by
I'm gone. to take. the canyon
It feels so good because I know that it's wrong
Get back home, ain't nothin goin on
I'm gone. to take. the canyon
Sippin mamolet
He said he was born to be the other man.
So, I gotta see him when I get the chance
Baby, I'm on my way
Yeah yeah '
Fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky
Be in and out like a drive by
I'm gone. to take. the canyon
It feels so good because I know that it's wrong
Get back home, ain't nothin goin on
I'm gone. to take. the canyon