Bmob - Legal in New York

New York
Smoke it like it's legal

You just glide around the room
At like a higher altitude
It's like I'm crying out to you
It's like I'm tryna reach ya
I ain't gonna leave a voicemail
So 90s don't try me
Keep walking by me all night please
You are gonna mess up those nikes
On sight I wanna keep the lights low low lights
I wanna lay under the northern lights
I wanna take you to the sugar and spice
Cuz you the one good-looking alright
Let yourself in baby be low key
You don't really know me
We smoke trees like it's legal in New York 
Legal in New York 
Yeah we smoke trees like it's legal in New York 
Legal in New York 
Legal in New York
Yeah we smoke trees like it's legal in New York 

Dreidybeatz crazy
We beast coast
Privacy screens and hand sanitizer hoe
I don't got plans but I ain't making none with you
Yeah you really walk around like you think you're the number two
Just playing but I really want to put you on the FaceTime late night waistline
That's my favorite baseline consistent with the dream
I coulda played alongside Kareem 
Get on this plane 
Letting off little steam
Get all on my stream
Girl now get outa my way
You know I don't play
And it's all for the team it's the quarter to nine

Written by:
Bryce Eckwall

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