High & Done

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.