Contact High (Demo)

I smelled that smoke when I passed by your door
I fall down to my knees cause I need more
Something's burning up inside
I know that ain't no jolly ride
We'll make do with the slip and slide
Fo' sho'

You give me contact
Contact high
You give me contact
Contact high

Turn the dirt til I can breathe your seed
The flowers on your wind that taste so sweet
Look here Mama, don't be scared
Selfless children love to share
But I'll be damned if I've got enough
For three

You give me contact, contact
Contact high
You give me contact, contact
Contact high

The girl ain't nothin' but rich white trash
With her lips on a jazz bag and hands on cash
Nobody wants to kiss a mushroom stash

Don't you leave me statued like a stone
I taste you good, the wet lips of your home
Please believe me, for your sake
I won't ask you, I just take
One more fix and I'm gonna break my bones

You give me contact, contact
Contact high
You give me contact, contact
Contact high

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