Hit that little brown twisted thing

Let it kiss your lips

Get higher than a kite on THC.

Thick.

Whisked it.

Batter.

Butter.

Baked it.

You think that’s your flight high?

Let me take you,

Let me take you higher,

Let me take you higher than,

Those Capital One frequent flier miles.

I’ll take you up,

One step

One penthouse

One rocket ship,

Space case,

Electrocute your veins

And stimulate your spinal cord

so hard you’re going to step out it

With your soul

Spiral high

On this electric trick kiss.

Make you throw it out the window,

That bag.

Bags.

Baggage.

And make you pack your heart

Blunt with love,

Shit you lost your confidence from.

Yeah.

I’m a little cocky

But

I’ll show you that it’s worth it.

I’m

Worth

the electric trick kiss.

That thunder shot down the lane

and smack dab in the middle

middle of the bowling pins.

Baby,

Strike on your heart!

Backhanded,

click-clack

of the pool stick on the eight ball.

I’m black and white about it.

Just a symbol,

And a saying,

Nothing quoted,

I’m done praying.

If you see it,

Then you’ll see it.

If you don’t,

Then I’m not waiting.

Take that moment,

Take that deep breath,

Leap from the skyscrapers with me.

Give me that electric trick kiss.

Bring that electric trick kiss to life.