The Smiths
I'm sorry
I said I love The Smiths
You have good taste in music
You like The Smiths? Yeah
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die
I love em
Holy shit

She can be real
She can be glamorous
Has to be chill
Pass my analysis
Down for a thrill
She never scandalous
Must have a skill
For rolling up cannabis
Beautiful face and a beautiful body
She the type that treat sex like a hobby
And she don't roll up with a posse
She blowing bomb like Benghazi
Let's take a walk to the bay
Let's have a talk about waves
Let's sit on the dock and get blazed
Let's take a rocket to space
You seem like the type I could care about
Buy you shit, take you home, wear you out
Ya man got a problem let's air it out
Roll up on his whip and just air him out

Help me roll this weed up
Switching lanes I speed up
I'm the one you think of
Baby let me hit that
Help me roll this weed up
Switching lanes I speed up
I'm the one you think of
Baby let me hit that

I want you to be my
I want you to be my
I want you to be my
CoPilot
I want you to be my
I want you to be my
I want you to be my
CoPilot

She can handle a weapon
Giuseppe's she steppin in
Other bitch hit me up she be threatening
Take a hit I can show you what heaven is
Tell ya man he don't know who he messing with
New Benz cockpit like a spaceship
Eating shrooms let me take you on a day trip
Spark trees know I stay lit
Dark tees cause I'm so basic
Playlist on shuffle
Couple hundred grand in a duffle
Run around town causing trouble
Don't see a reason to be humble
Got a beautiful bitch on the side of me
Love the sound that she makes when she riding me
I'm loving the fact she confides in me
And I love it when she's getting high wit me oh

Help me roll this weed up
Switching lanes I speed up
I'm the one you think of
Baby let me hit that
Help me roll this weed up
Switching lanes I speed up
I'm the one you think of
Baby let me hit that

I want you to be my
I want you to be my
I want you to be my
CoPilot
I want you to be my
I want you to be my
I want you to be my
CoPilot