A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
We all want something simple
Happy and sad at the same time
Broken but still fixable
The language you were speaking, it was not mine
You help me understand
You’re talking with your hands
If we keep it simple
Then we’ll get it right
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
A couple million bucks or so
You heard I’m tryna sell my soul
You thought you could depend on me
To pull you back and then set you free
Not even with the oil pastels
Not even with the blending techniques
Could I recreate how it felt?
I believe it was different for me
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
Jesus
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
Jesus, Jesus
I feel like I’m in Paris
A little more weed next time, Jesus Christ
I feel like I’m in Paris
I feel like
I feel like
Jesus, Jesus
I feel like I’m in Paris
I feel like I’m in Paris
I feel like I’m in Paris
Jesus
I feel like I’m in Paris
Jesus
