Toking zoots and I'm staring up at the moon
Too mindful of what I'm saying I don't wanna offend you
I can be crude
I'll change my tone if you want
Not upfront
Spark a blunt and chill out and wait for you to come up
There's no rush
I'm chilling
With my guys
Laughing about memories, like halloumi fries
You so fine
Deserve that wine and dine
I'll take you to a place beyond the pines
If you want we can sniff lines and chat bare about conspiracies
Sex is better than the back to the future trilogy
I'm so surprised by her immense dexterity
Slowly works her way down, next thing she's giving head to me
It was meant to be
She was sent for me
Sipping on the henny
Got me thinking bout the benjy's
Don't give a f*ck about no pennies
Only need one girl never wanted many
Love is jealousy, lust and envy
Maybe I'm getting all up in my head b
Maybe I'm drunk, Maybe it's the henny
Man I just don't know
Getting all up in my head, it's the bevy it's the crow
It's the cognac, it's the dope
Feeling nervous, looking whiter than the pope
Girl I wanna know your name not your f*cking horoscope
F*ck your horoscope
Love to look into your eyes cause they give me hope
It's how I cope
L&B straights and I got whiskey coke
It's how I cope
Barely ever feeling stressed cos life's bless
Yeah sometime's my head's a mess
She loves her egg and cress
And I know she wants tea over coffee
The Man in the High castle is on her desk
Dreams of flying west
Journey to the sun take a toke it's got lemon zest
Got my mouth refreshed
But thoughts of you just keep on pestering me
Got me feeling imprisoned not free
You got me on my knees
Begging please, begging please
Like I'm a f*cking nobody
Wake up and feel the breeze
It was only a dream
Waking up to the one I love
You know I feel at ease
Man, I feel complete
Cuddle up to her you know I gotta jeet
What you saying
Man I just don't know
Getting all up in my head, it's the bevy it's the crow
It's the cognac, it's the dope
Feeling nervous, looking whiter than the pope
Girl I wanna know your name not your f*cking horoscope
Cjd - Horoscope Lyrics
Cjd - Horoscope Lyrics
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Toking zoots and I'm staring up at the moon
Too mindful of what I'm saying I don't wanna offend you
I can be crude
I'll change my tone if you want
Not upfront
Spark a blunt and chill out and wait for you to come up
There's no rush
I'm chilling
With my guys
Laughing about memories, like halloumi fries
You so fine
Deserve that wine and dine
I'll take you to a place beyond the pines
If you want we can sniff lines and chat bare about conspiracies
Sex is better than the back to the future trilogy
I'm so surprised by her immense dexterity
Slowly works her way down, next thing she's giving head to me
It was meant to be
She was sent for me
Sipping on the henny
Got me thinking bout the benjy's
Don't give a f*ck about no pennies
Only need one girl never wanted many
Love is jealousy, lust and envy
Maybe I'm getting all up in my head b
Maybe I'm drunk, Maybe it's the henny
Man I just don't know
Getting all up in my head, it's the bevy it's the crow
It's the cognac, it's the dope
Feeling nervous, looking whiter than the pope
Girl I wanna know your name not your f*cking horoscope
F*ck your horoscope
Love to look into your eyes cause they give me hope
It's how I cope
L&B straights and I got whiskey coke
It's how I cope
Barely ever feeling stressed cos life's bless
Yeah sometime's my head's a mess
She loves her egg and cress
And I know she wants tea over coffee
The Man in the High castle is on her desk
Dreams of flying west
Journey to the sun take a toke it's got lemon zest
Got my mouth refreshed
But thoughts of you just keep on pestering me
Got me feeling imprisoned not free
You got me on my knees
Begging please, begging please
Like I'm a f*cking nobody
Wake up and feel the breeze
It was only a dream
Waking up to the one I love
You know I feel at ease
Man, I feel complete
Cuddle up to her you know I gotta jeet
What you saying
Man I just don't know
Getting all up in my head, it's the bevy it's the crow
It's the cognac, it's the dope
Feeling nervous, looking whiter than the pope
Girl I wanna know your name not your f*cking horoscope
Too mindful of what I'm saying I don't wanna offend you
I can be crude
I'll change my tone if you want
Not upfront
Spark a blunt and chill out and wait for you to come up
There's no rush
I'm chilling
With my guys
Laughing about memories, like halloumi fries
You so fine
Deserve that wine and dine
I'll take you to a place beyond the pines
If you want we can sniff lines and chat bare about conspiracies
Sex is better than the back to the future trilogy
I'm so surprised by her immense dexterity
Slowly works her way down, next thing she's giving head to me
It was meant to be
She was sent for me
Sipping on the henny
Got me thinking bout the benjy's
Don't give a f*ck about no pennies
Only need one girl never wanted many
Love is jealousy, lust and envy
Maybe I'm getting all up in my head b
Maybe I'm drunk, Maybe it's the henny
Man I just don't know
Getting all up in my head, it's the bevy it's the crow
It's the cognac, it's the dope
Feeling nervous, looking whiter than the pope
Girl I wanna know your name not your f*cking horoscope
F*ck your horoscope
Love to look into your eyes cause they give me hope
It's how I cope
L&B straights and I got whiskey coke
It's how I cope
Barely ever feeling stressed cos life's bless
Yeah sometime's my head's a mess
She loves her egg and cress
And I know she wants tea over coffee
The Man in the High castle is on her desk
Dreams of flying west
Journey to the sun take a toke it's got lemon zest
Got my mouth refreshed
But thoughts of you just keep on pestering me
Got me feeling imprisoned not free
You got me on my knees
Begging please, begging please
Like I'm a f*cking nobody
Wake up and feel the breeze
It was only a dream
Waking up to the one I love
You know I feel at ease
Man, I feel complete
Cuddle up to her you know I gotta jeet
What you saying
Man I just don't know
Getting all up in my head, it's the bevy it's the crow
It's the cognac, it's the dope
Feeling nervous, looking whiter than the pope
Girl I wanna know your name not your f*cking horoscope
Writer: Christopher Davies
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