This feels like the holiday
Cool breeze by the ocean bay
Heart broke but I’m on the way
Santana to Santa Fe
Top down to Laguna Beach
Then to bergamot where the art ain’t cheap
Infused blunt coated with kief
Puff puff and forget your grief
From the morning to the night you were right for me
When everything is dark you’re the light to me
I could never replace the smile that you placed on my face
I’m forever grateful, tasteful flavours
I’ll never get over the feeling
The first to the last
I’m inclined to repeat this past
Until the heat don’t last
Do you know what I had to do
To forget the truth
That night that I tried to crash the coupe
When it all went blank
Last thing that I saw was, you
FEELS LIKE WERE NON EXISTENT
IM OUT YOUR JURISDICTION
WE KEPT ON BUILDING FRICTION
AND THEN I BROKE TRADITION
FEELS LIKE WERE NON EXISTENT
IM OUT YOUR JURISDICTION
WE KEPT ON BUILDING FRICTION
AND THEN I BROKE TRADITION
I got that fighter in me
Grew up In flower city
I throw a good ass party
That Earl grey and that henny
I’ll be at After Seven
Writers room around 11
Rolled a blunt , take you to heaven
Lemon sour diesel session
FEELS LIKE WERE NON EXISTENT
IM OUT YOUR JURISDICTION
WE KEPT ON BUILDING FRICTION
AND THEN I BROKE TRADITION
FEELS LIKE WERE NON EXISTENT
IM OUT YOUR JURISDICTION
WE KEPT ON BUILDING FRICTION
AND THEN I BROKE TRADITION
