text: I’m programmed to smoke grams of the indica hemp
  Me and my girl in our own world as we sit on the bench
  Thinking about past times ‘cause the presences a gift
  Lesser? what we wanted to give bigger because stress is a bitch
  And I know you wanna run the way until you forget
  About me and what we had together that we have regrets
  I wish there was a button on this game so we could reset
  I never wanted space but we don’t know how to eject
  And for the record, I ain’t trippin on these other niggas
  ‘cause there aint shit another man could ever discover with her
  And understand I’m a man so you think quicker
  I think liquor till I’m sicker so we biquer
  Trouble and stumbling over the gals curves
  And you muttering and cussin pretty lips foul words
  My negative active reactions are embedded
  Me and my rootly fetish and you cruelly taking credit