Chase Murphy, Danny Diamonds - We Could Lyrics

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Chill with a 'rillo and talk about issues while we blow our way through the OZ
Go through my family photos, I swear all my exes in love with the old me
Pour you a glass of that Whiskey
Say that you only drink wine
Smelling like smoke when you kiss me
Your mama gon' beat your behind
Oh, you palm reader?
Your hands are just always on mine
You say you ain't for that cuffin' shit
But you holding 'em half of the time
Your pinky ring gold'er than mine
Your pinky ring gold'er than mine
Love for a woman who tasteful, 'cause she asks the flavor when we getting high-igh
We get high
You go low
Close your eyes, blow that smoke
Know you ride on your own
We got time, take it slow
Yeah, we could
Yeah, we could-ould
Colorful
Butterflies 'til her stomach full
Slip and slide, get me gullible
Push the Mary, but she love to pull
So we getting high
I keep some extra for desperate times
Desperate measures for them dollar signs
I feel like I say this all the time
But I can't decide
Scrolling the menu, I'm tryna' remember that place that we went to
I like you better when you wearing basically nothing up under my sweater I lent you
Blinked twice and she rob me blind
Cherry pie leave her paralyzed, alright (Alright, alright)
We get high
You go low
Close your eyes, blow that smoke
Know you ride on your own
We got time, take it slow
Yeah, we could
Yeah, we could-ould
(What)

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Chill with a 'rillo and talk about issues while we blow our way through the OZ
Go through my family photos, I swear all my exes in love with the old me
Pour you a glass of that Whiskey
Say that you only drink wine
Smelling like smoke when you kiss me
Your mama gon' beat your behind
Oh, you palm reader?
Your hands are just always on mine
You say you ain't for that cuffin' shit
But you holding 'em half of the time
Your pinky ring gold'er than mine
Your pinky ring gold'er than mine
Love for a woman who tasteful, 'cause she asks the flavor when we getting high-igh
We get high
You go low
Close your eyes, blow that smoke
Know you ride on your own
We got time, take it slow
Yeah, we could
Yeah, we could-ould
Colorful
Butterflies 'til her stomach full
Slip and slide, get me gullible
Push the Mary, but she love to pull
So we getting high
I keep some extra for desperate times
Desperate measures for them dollar signs
I feel like I say this all the time
But I can't decide
Scrolling the menu, I'm tryna' remember that place that we went to
I like you better when you wearing basically nothing up under my sweater I lent you
Blinked twice and she rob me blind
Cherry pie leave her paralyzed, alright (Alright, alright)
We get high
You go low
Close your eyes, blow that smoke
Know you ride on your own
We got time, take it slow
Yeah, we could
Yeah, we could-ould
(What)