I'm programmed to smoke grams of the indica hemp

Me and my girl in our own world as we sit on the bench

Thinking about past times 'cause the presences a gift

Lesser? what we wanted to give bigger because stress is a bitch

And I know you wanna run the way until you forget

About me and what we had together that we have regrets

I wish there was a button on this game so we could reset

I never wanted space but we don't know how to eject.

And for the record, I ain't trippin on these other niggas

'cause there ain't shit another man could ever discover with her

And understand I'm a man so you think quicker

I think liquor till I'm sicker so we biquer

Trouble and stumbling over the gals curves

And you muttering and cussin pretty lips fall words

My negative active reactions are embedded

Me and my rootly fetish and you cruelly taking credit.