I get my weed from California (that's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass b*tch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Never let you go, oh
And I say, oh, there's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up, yeah
And I'll be right here with you 'til the end
bruh, not that song again
dey got the lyrics wrong
I get my weed from California (that's that sh*t)
I took my chick up to the North, yeah (badass b*tch)
I get my light right from the source, yeah (yeah, that's it)
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Never let you go, oh
And I say, oh, there's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up, yeah
And I'll be right here with you 'til the end
bruh, not that song again