Four... two... There it is. Sun hanging low through the window, gold on the wall, nowhere to go. Phone face-down, let the whole thing wait. Been carrying Monday all damn day. Bare feet moving over cold tile, put something slow on, stay for a while. I know that look. You know mine. Check the clock right on time. Let the room get lighter. Let the bass roll in. Leave the noise outside, don't bring it back again. Little spark, little green, little fire in between and the numbers turn over. It's 4:20. Come get high with me. Let the whole day go, just ride the beat. 4:20. Right where I wanna be. Turn it up. Take it slow. Come get high with me. Four-twenty. **high with me** Four-four-four-twenty. High... with... me...*** Ceiling fan turning, window cracked. Smoke rolls out, then curls right back. Laughing too hard at something small. That's usually how the good nights start. Music gets warmer the later it gets. Kick drum heavy, bass in my chest. Outside's busy. We don't care. Whole damn evening waiting right here. Let the room get lighter. Let the bass roll in. Leave the noise outside, don't bring it back again. Little spark, little green, little fire in between there go the numbers again. It's 4:20. Come get high with me. Let the whole day go, just ride the beat. 4:20. Right where I wanna be. Turn it up. Take it slow. Come get high with me. Four... twenty... We got nowhere to be. Good...** No hurry. No plans. One flame between our hands. Day fades. Bass hits. Here comes that kick again Four... two... ZERO.*** It's 4:20. Come get high with me. Let the whole day go, just ride the beat. 4:20. Right where I wanna be. Turn it up. Take it slow. Come get high with me. High with me. High-high with me. Four-twenty. High with me. Sun went down. Didn't even notice. That's alright.
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