I just face a wood, let the pain fade away
You was talkin’ forever, now forever’s today
Rolled another one, watch the smoke do a ballet
Fake love turn to ashes in the tray
I’m high, I don’t feel you no more
Eyes low, heart lower than the floor
Light the blunt, kill the feelings I had
Weed realer than the love you never gave.
[Verse 1]
You said “I got you,” then you ghost like Casper
I was blowin’ OZs tryna cope with the disaster
Backwoods full of gas, that’s my new pastor
Preachin’ peace while I turn your pictures to plasma
You was pillow-talkin’, I was really sparkin’
Midnight texts turn to silence in the mornin’
Now I’m in the whip, windows foggy, engine roarin’
Blowin’ clouds so big they block the memories from formin’
Love was mid, but this za hittin’ stupid
You switched up quick, guess the bag made you do it
I’m too lit to be hurt, too numb to be stupid
Pass the lighter, baby, watch me turn your “I love you” into acoustics.
[Hook]
I just face a wood, let the pain fade away
You was talkin’ forever, now forever’s today
Rolled another one, watch the smoke do a ballet
Fake love turn to ashes in the tray
I’m high, I don’t feel you no more
Eyes low, heart lower than the floor
Light the blunt, kill the feelings I had
Weed realer than the love you never gave.
[Verse 2]
You wanted pictures, I wanted real shit
You wanted captions, I wanted real trips
Now I’m on a island, palm trees, real spliffs
You double-tappin’ memories while I live this
Exotic in my lungs, that’s my new mistress
She don’t lie, don’t switch, don’t do the distance
Every puff erase a promise you ain’t keepin’
Every cloud I blow is another reason I ain’t weepin’
You said I changed, nah, the weed just showed me
Who was really down and who was actin’ lowkey
Now I’m ten toes, pockets full of OG
Burnin’ through the pain, turnin’ fake love to smoke rings.
[Bridge]
Inhale the truth, exhale the lies
Got a zip of that painkiller between my thighs
You can keep the “I’m sorry” texts, I’m too fried
Weed never left me on read, that’s why.
[Final Hook]
I just face a wood, let the pain fade away
Your fake “I love you” turned to roaches in the ashtray
One deep in the coupe, let the bass shake
Weed and me forever, fuck a wedding cake
I’m high, I don’t feel you no more
Only thing I’m rollin’ with is this four-by-four
Light the blunt, kill the feelings I had
The only thing that’s real is this gas in the bag.
Match struck. Session over. Peace Vexy out.
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