Smoking Your Weed - Lucie Silvas

She’s got your number memorized

She’s showing up night after night

Ah, the way she wears that see-through dress

She makes your heart beat out your chest

When you’re home and stoned, you know she’s gonna drive by

She ain’t lonely, she’s only looking for a good time

She ain’t into your car, she ain’t after your money

She ain’t laughing 'cause your jokes are funny

Tugging your rope, pulling your chain

She don’t even know your last name

You think she’s a girl the your dreams?

Well, she’s just smoking your weed

You get lost for hours in her eyes

And she shows up with some other guy

Well, three’s a crowd, but you don’t care

With you breathing in what’s in the air

And everybody but you knows what this is

You’re too high to see how low this bitch is

She ain’t into your car, she ain’t after your money

She ain’t laughing 'cause your jokes are funny

Tugging your rope, pulling your chain

She don’t even know your last name

You think she’s the girl of your dreams

But, she’s just smoking your-

I hate to be blunt

I hate to ruin your fun

But all you are to her is a hit and run

You’re just a hit and run

Oh, boy

(Oh, you know that)

She ain’t into your car, she ain’t after your money

She ain’t laughing 'cause your jokes are funny

Tugging your rope, pulling your chain

She don’t even know your last name

You think she’s the girl of your dreams

But, she’s just smoking your-

She’s gonna keep toking your-

She’s just smoking your weed

She’s just smoking your weed

Yes, she is