Sometimes I need to paint, you can be my canvas

Sometimes I want to escape, even though it's selfish.

I'm always comin over and smoking you out

Because everything is better with a blunt in your mouth

As the clock strikes twelve I'll be freaking you out

Make us both forget what we were worried about.

Traffic's jammed on the 405

I hop in the whip 'cause I ain't got much time

I'm gonna to get you.

Fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky

Be in and out like a drive by

I'm going to take the canyon

It feels so good because I know that it's wrong

Get back home, ain't nothing going on

I'm going to take the canyon.

Sometimes I bite my lips so I don't slip and say his name

'cause in these magic moments I get homesick all the same.

I'm always comin over and smoking you out

Because everything is better with a blunt in your mouth

If I waited for you, I'd just be waiting alone

So when the clock strikes two, I'll be on my way home.

Traffic's jammed on the 405

I hop in the whip 'cause there's not much time

Damn it I'm gonna to get you.

I fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky

Be in and out like a drive by

I'm going to take the canyon

It feels so good because I know that it's wrong

Get back home, ain't nothing going on

I'm going to take the canyon.

Sippin' marmalade...

He said he was born to be the other man

(I'm going to take the canyon)

So I got to see him when I get the chance

Baby I'm on my way.

I fly through the streets like a hawk to the sky

Be in and out like a drive by

I'm going to take the canyon

It feels so good because I know that it's wrong

Get back home, ain't nothing going on

I'm going to take the canyon.

Gonna do what I gotta do, gonna get to you...