Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swisher Sweet , by - Caye. Release date: 31.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Swisher Sweet |
| Yaw |
| Nah nah nah nah nah nah |
| Nah nah nah |
| Yeah yeah yeah |
| You’re retarded, ADD distracting |
| Marajuana smoke, you can smell it down my jacket |
| Popping in those orders while I’m drivin' home |
| Mama going loco if I’m getting stoned |
| She was young, pretty, living outside the city |
| I said, girl, you be my baby |
| Got lips around the binky |
| Roll, domin' on the side street |
| You rollin' in the mini |
| I’m a fuck you then I love you |
| Made a promise with my pinky |
| That I hold your hand when you trip and you fall |
| You got that light when your lips on the bowl |
| Oh I like how we love to get stoned |
| Baby, roll that blunt for me |
| Hold your hand when you shake and you old |
| Smoking up just to loosen your bones |
| Oh, I miss how we used to get stoned |
| Baby, roll that blunt |
| Lately you ain’t eatin' much |
| I forgot to pack my lunch |
| Chocolate milk and Cap’n Crunch |
| Love is for my tummy |
| You got my tummy stuck |
| Spinnin' like a double dutch |
| Fuck bein' the runner up |
| Baby, won’t you come by the way? |
| Summer gone, done died away |
| Hoppin' wood we ride the wave |
| Show your eyes be wide awake |
| Wake you up with roses |
| Rain drops on the windowsill |
| Hard to see the commotions |
| Anything for my baby girl |
| I hold your hand when you trip and you fall |
| Got the light when your lips on the bowl |
| Oh I like how we love to get stoned |
| Baby, roll that blunt for me |
| Hold your hand when you shake and you old |
| Smoking up just to loosen your bones |
| Oh, I miss how we used to get stoned |
| Baby, roll that blunt |
| You’ve been on my mind |
| Maybe we should smoke again |
| Love is hard to find |
| Maybe we should smoke again |
| Roll it up, homie, let me sing lullabies |
| Smoke it up, conversations lead to hug goodbyes |
| Said I’d never get accustomed to this high life |
| This that all or nothing, welcome to the kite life |
| Love is hard to find |
| I wanna keep you on my chest |
| Then I lock it in my warm back pocket |
| In a safe, boy, lock it up |
| Go and drop me off |
| I love the way you walk me up |
| I hold your hand when you trip and you fall |
| Got the light when your lips on the bowl |
| Oh I like how we love to get stoned |
| Baby, roll that blunt for me |
| Hold your hand when you shake and you old |
| Smoking up just to loosen your bones |
| Oh, I miss how we used to get stoned |
| Baby, roll that blunt |