Obywan Music, Vee Armstrong - Swishers Lyrics

I see you, baby
Transparent as the smoke
That's filling up my room
Elusive lover can I touch you
Color you pretty with my passion
Fantastic hallucinations
Ooooooooh
Can you taste my thoughts
While I indulge in your liquid courage, babe
Feels like we're making love
Strawberry kisses from your sugar cane lips
Heaven must be right beneath this
Eyes to ceiling as we (Turn this place into the smokers room)
Le le le let me (Light your mind up, babe)
Dope hits of your pure euphoria
Ta ta ta take me (To nirvana, bae)
Do you hear it
Can you take me there
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher
Could you be my high
Would you be my rollee
When it’s grind time, put in work, my employee
Sativa, you’re my Apple bomb
(Pull me in slow)
Feel it in your chest, girl
(Never let me go, light the cherry watch it glow)
Our vision is slowed, our words bold
My thoughts are filthy
(Match me when I’m about to blow)
Baby, filter me
No stems, no seeds
Time stand still
I love the way this feels
Ribbons in the sky
Blowing in the wind
Let’s go a little farther
It’s something bout the way we grind
It’s something bout the way you roll
It makes me wanna pull our love
And blow it in the air
And baby
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Talkin' bout the swisher)
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Swisher)
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher

I see you, baby
Transparent as the smoke
That's filling up my room
Elusive lover can I touch you
Color you pretty with my passion
Fantastic hallucinations
Ooooooooh
Can you taste my thoughts
While I indulge in your liquid courage, babe
Feels like we're making love
Strawberry kisses from your sugar cane lips
Heaven must be right beneath this
Eyes to ceiling as we (Turn this place into the smokers room)
Le le le let me (Light your mind up, babe)
Dope hits of your pure euphoria
Ta ta ta take me (To nirvana, bae)
Do you hear it
Can you take me there
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve gotta feeling
That you gone let me hit and
I ain't talking bout the swisher
Could you be my high
Would you be my rollee
When it’s grind time, put in work, my employee
Sativa, you’re my Apple bomb
(Pull me in slow)
Feel it in your chest, girl
(Never let me go, light the cherry watch it glow)
Our vision is slowed, our words bold
My thoughts are filthy
(Match me when I’m about to blow)
Baby, filter me
No stems, no seeds
Time stand still
I love the way this feels
Ribbons in the sky
Blowing in the wind
Let’s go a little farther
It’s something bout the way we grind
It’s something bout the way you roll
It makes me wanna pull our love
And blow it in the air
And baby
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Talkin' bout the swisher)
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Swisher)
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher (Swisher, swisher)
I’ve got a feeling
I might just let you hit and
I ain’t talking bout the swisher