My friends came and went now my time is spent
in this i find my heart it works so hard to keep itself smart
my friends they love my art. I love my friends for who they are
got love that I can give to them in bags that smell like something else

but I’m not as good in other rolls I’m a party animal and everybody knows
dickerson is on the phone, he wants to get zesty and I’m all for it
struck gold in town today but it’s sticking to fingers like a bunch of ganj’
love is in the air when we use our wands, so let’s kiss the tips till we’re feeling gone

momma is a bitch again
momma’s not a very good friend
so sorry about that time you spent
wasted without that scent
it’s hard to share your love
with your mom and dad
they smell it through the door
they think that love is bad

Now it’s staining up all my t-shirts
and it’s made it’s way to my sweet berry brain
but now the love is making me lonely
so I share it with my homies ‘cross town
“see when I get out, maybe like seven thirty.
I got a palm as big as gods, and I’ll need to fill it up for me”

think about the times we’ve had
think about the times we haven’t
I hope we make it to bed tonight
I hope we make it to heaven
got a little love in my juice
it makes you look so cute
and it’s really gotten to my head
so It’s time we get to the bedroom