Back in the ends
Back in the ends again
Foul stuff
Showing your face again
You told me you'd never leave
Back in the ends and girl,
I'm solo what you tryna do
Yeah, yeah
Under—
Understand where I'm coming from
You went somewhere far
and now you're calling home
Truth is, I know
I don't help your paranoia
Hold up, smoke this
Girl I've got that California
Slowly riding by
Just you and I
Through the night
'Cause the thought of riding high
Is modern-day suicide
So precise
Places you touching me are so precise
Pulling me back just like the ocеan tide
Doesn't make sеnse to me
The way that you're touching me, baby
So precise
Places you touching me are so precise
Pulling me back just like the ocean tide
Doesn't make sense to me
They way that you're touching me, baby
Mad for what (For what)
Use to be nonchalant,
girl, you're falling off (Falling off)
Even the slightest thing
get you fired up (Fired up)
But baby the sweetest thing is you always
Under—
Understand where I'm coming from
You went somewhere far
and now you're calling home
Truth is, I know
I don't help your paranoia
Hold up, smoke this
Girl I've got that California
Slowly riding by
Just you and I
Through the night
'Cause the thought of riding high
Is modern-day suicide
So precise
Places you touching me are so precise
Pulling me back just like the ocean tide
Doesn't make sense to me
The way that you're touching me, baby
Back in the ends
Back in the ends again
Foul stuff
Showing your face again
You told me you'd never leave
Back in the ends and girl,
I'm solo what you tryna do
Yeah, yeah
Under—
Understand where I'm coming from
You went somewhere far
and now you're calling home
Truth is, I know
I don't help your paranoia
Hold up, smoke this
Girl I've got that California
Slowly riding by
Just you and I
Through the night
'Cause the thought of riding high
Is modern-day suicide
So precise
Places you touching me are so precise
Pulling me back just like the ocеan tide
Doesn't make sеnse to me
The way that you're touching me, baby
So precise
Places you touching me are so precise
Pulling me back just like the ocean tide
Doesn't make sense to me
They way that you're touching me, baby
Mad for what (For what)
Use to be nonchalant,
girl, you're falling off (Falling off)
Even the slightest thing
get you fired up (Fired up)
But baby the sweetest thing is you always
Under—
Understand where I'm coming from
You went somewhere far
and now you're calling home
Truth is, I know
I don't help your paranoia
Hold up, smoke this
Girl I've got that California
Slowly riding by
Just you and I
Through the night
'Cause the thought of riding high
Is modern-day suicide
So precise
Places you touching me are so precise
Pulling me back just like the ocean tide
Doesn't make sense to me
The way that you're touching me, baby