Four-Twenty (Slow Burn)

[Intro] Same couch Same crew Ash on the plate Old cartoon Phone face down Blue light mute Time slow-walks through the room Laugh till my lungs complain Cheeto dust on my black jeans You say “Man Remember eighth grade?” We both choke Eyes start to gleam [Verse 1] Ashtray halo on the porch rail Sun sinking low in the back of my eyes Laugh stuck soft on the edge of your lip You say “You good?” I say “I’m fine… too fine” [Chorus] I get high at 4:20 Let the day unroll All the sharp little edges turn to tinfoil boats We just ride ’em on the carpet Into nowhere slow I get high at 4:20 And I finally float Yeah I finally float (ohh) [Verse 2] Four-twenty in my chest Slow burn Slow burn Time bending in your hands when you take your turn World on mute And my heart on high Four-twenty in my chest You and I You and I [Chorus] Your mom’s old floral couch Sags like it heard every secret We talk big plans Loud Do we mean ’em? Maybe this season Outside Kids chase a ball Inside We chase our patience You say “Bro We’re scared to fall” I say “We’re scared of staying” [Verse 3] Phone face down in the grass by my shoe Plans all fading like the stripes on your jeans You trace shapes in the air when you talk I lose the thread Just watching you breathe [Chorus] I get high at 4:20 Let the day unroll All the sharp little edges turn to tinfoil boats We just ride ’em on the carpet Into nowhere slow I get high at 4:20 And I finally float Yeah I finally float (yeah, yeah) [Bridge] Let the neighbors think whatever they will (yeah) Let the clock keep spinning its wheels We got resin on our fingers Secrets on our tongues And a long Low laugh that keeps running on (oh) One more hit One more story (hey) Same four walls New territory If we quit tomorrow morning Would we still remember talking? [Chorus] I get high at 4:20 Let the day unroll All the sharp little edges turn to tinfoil boats We just ride ’em on the carpet Into nowhere slow I get high at 4:20 And I finally float Yeah I finally float (so high) I finally float [Outro] Four-twenty in my chest Slow burn Slow burn Time bending in your hands when you take your turn World on mute And my heart on high Four-twenty in my chest You and I You and I