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Sometimes I need to paint

You could be my canvas

Sometimes I want to escape

Even though its selfish

I'm always comin' over and I'm smokin you out because

Everything is better with a blunt in your mouth

When the clock strikes 12 ill be freakin' you out

Make us both forget what we were worried about

But traffic's jammed on the 405

So I hop in the whip 'cuz there's not much time

I'm gonna get to you

Fly through the streets like a hawk through the sky

Ill be in and out like a drive-by

I'm going to take the canyon

Feels so good because I know that it's wrong

I get back home like nothing's going on

I'm going to take the canyon

Sometimes I bite my lip so I don't slip and say his name

Cuz in these magic moments I get homesick all the same

I'm always comin over and I'm smokin you out because

Everything is better with a blunt in your mouth

If I waited for you I'd just be waiting' alone

So when the clock strikes 2 ill be on my way home

But traffics jammed on the 405

So I hop in the whip cuz there's not much time

And damnitt I'm gonna get to you

Fly through the streets like a hawk through the sky

Ill be in and out like a drive-by

I'm going to take the canyon

Feels so good because I know that it's wrong

I get back home like nothing's going on

I'm going to take the canyon

He said he was born to be the other man

So, I go to see him when I get the chance

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