Boomshanka - Black & Mild

You're playing Jay Z from your speakers, it's like being a kid again,
Smoking wine tipped black and milds from a 7/11
Spottie-otie-dopalicious, it's like a hit of adrenaline
Laughing young and vicious, sipping whiskey with cinnamon

If you're driving I can tour you round the west side
When the acid hits, I'll stay up with you all night
My heart pounding, heavy breathing, got me feeling like a fist fight
Not no lover, but I think I'll be your ride or die

Round my hometown talking shit, acting like we know anything
Church's chicken, Marlboro reds, acting like you're in love with me
Hanging stupid out the window, and you're tryin' not to watch me
Jesus hanging from your rearview, got me feeling so holy
It's so warm inside this car
So high so good so far

If you're driving I can tour you round the west side
When the acid hits, I'll stay up with you all night
My heart pounding, heavy breathing, got me feeling like a fist fight
Not no lover, but I think I'll be your ride or die

In this parking lot with you til the sun comes up
This parking lot with you, til the sun comes up

Written by:
Jack Doran, Lauren Reed

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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