I know that you get naughty
With that little bag of pink drugs
And she doesn't say anything if she sees me with other girls
With me, she knows there's never a slip-up
I know that I'm not a pretty boy
I'm a sad boy, a rockstar, I'm cursed
I know that she's never scared of anything
She doesn't cry, she's used to it
If we light up the blunts
I know that you're a good person
I'm glad to see that you surpassed a man like me
Nobody tells me anymore, nobody scares me anymore
The stacks are to spend them
I know that there are guys who hit on you, I don't worry
In the end, it's always the same
If you call me, I'm going to see you
And why fight and argue?
If we light up the blunts