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Hookah - Judeo
Clouds in the VIP
Smoke drawing halos round me
Ice in the light all green
I feel holy low key
Baby we just float
Can't move you
Ash on the table, by my roobar
Gold on my neck, same color as the Buddha
Yeah
Yeah
Pull up in the clouds, that a Uber
She don't want to talk about the rumor
She just want to vibe in the bloom of the hookah
Pink tip, cherry on fire
High eyes that close to the wire
Bare feet on the leather so spoiled
That she let it stain on my shirt that oil
Big glass hoes in her hand like a scepter
Phone face down whole night un-specting
Low light but her wrist still staring
Whole room heads but the view transparent
Yeah yeah
Life in the clouds in my lungs I'm floating
Each little ring that I blow that's a moment
She tracing with her finger like a halo
Lamps all leaning when the flame glow
Bottle on chill but the talk get warmer
She say I live fast I just say former
Right now slow burn right now soft focus
Right now this couch our whole world in the open
Big smoke, big dreams in the air
Don't rush let it hang let it stay
More wine to pour don't speak just breathe just breathe
Baby we just float
Can't move you
Ash on the table, by my roobar
Gold on my neck, same color as the Buddha
Pull up in the clouds, that a Uber
She don't want to talk about the rumor
