prophet

Think a blunt is the only way to fix this

I just take a hit and I lose all my feelings

Man, I haven't felt this way since I was healing

I'm so fucking high, that I can touch the ceiling

Tryna make it up in heaven, will I make it? That's the question, shit, I swear

I learned my lesson, born and raised shit outta Texas I'm not tryna be pretentious, where i'm from they just be jealous, runnin' up and down on trellis Days be long, the nights be endless

In a daze I'm staying breathless must be sad and lonely I'm so glad we took shit slowly

Thinking about it, i just miss the old me

Baby, you my one and only,

You can call it church so holy

Without you, I am so lonely