high life

What’s the move Smoking biscotti I found my groove & ya know my body Got nothing to lose Just something to prove If I call you up you better come over Fell in love with not being sober Take a puff before it’s all over Know I had enough when sleep feel like a coma Waking up for work my boss smells my aroma Scent from my hair & my finger nails I don’t care lock me up put me in jail When I feel like this I cannot fail if I smoke you out would you pay my bail I’m going off the tracks going off the rails I know they lack what this lifestyle entails I rather smoke the herbs than sip an ale this a letter to you betta check the mail I’m a smoker not a drinker A joker and an over thinker I can make you laugh but can you read what’s on my mind Too much shit from the past I’d had to leave behind I just hope this last so I can keep calling you mine If you don’t like this lifestyle than you don’t like me Hotbox the whip now i got ash all over my black tee After we smoke this clip can you meet me in the back seat Better tell me now what your answer is gonna be I know you know me now my name is RC Fell in love with not being sober Take a puff before it’s all over Know I had enough when sleep feel like a coma Waking up for work my boss smells my aroma What’s the move Smoking biscotti I found my groove & ya know my body Got nothing to lose