When the high starts coming down
I start asking questions
Like how soon will you get here
Knowing you won't get here
But you came back to my mind
Said I'll smoke and I'll be fine
Might've said that a thousand times
You on the gram getting personal
Relieving stress whatever works for you
Lost all your friends now it's hurting you
But that shit so played out
All the nights that I stayed out
You said I'd never make it
And you wouldn't wait around
When the high starts coming down
I start asking questions
Like how soon will you get here
Knowing you won't get here
But you came back to my mind
Said I'll smoke and I'll be fine
Might've said that a thousand