Pom-poms 300 Grams
[Chorus]
I'm chilling in the candlelight
With a couple hundred grams of supply
You said you think we've got plans tonight
And I forgot, but I'm like damn, you're right
I hear you on the phone
But I'm about to land on another f..ckin' planet
Dammit, I really wanna go
Sorry, baby, I don't think I can 'cause I'm high
[Verse 1]
Check it out, I recommend
I think it's a hybrid, a pretty good blend
Somehow I always hit it harder than intended
Fly too far and I give myself the bends
[Verse 2]
High off a nice sativa, water in my eyes so I can barely see ya
Haze got me looking at my feet for about a half an hour
But I got nowhere to be (Well, I guess I'll take off)
Take off to clear my head, got a free day, I'ma spend it
Baking like I'm bread and flaking on my friends
Now pretend that you're captain, ready to ascend
Then lay back and relax, I'ma be your flight attendant
Ooh, ahh, you guys, I'm serious this time
I think I'm really 'bout to have a heart attack
[Outro]
Sorry, baby, I don't think I can 'cause I'm high
Sorry, baby, I don't think I can 'cause I'm high
