Weed Out

She had a real cute face, and

Despite her lack of taste

I thought it was time to say, hello

Yes, we have met before

In September, last fall

Around a campfire

And, yes, I think I like her

So, I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Took a step back

So, I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Till the cows come home

And I don't know where I let myself go

And I don't know if I'm ever gonna let it go

First time I saw her face was

Working at my cafe, and

Simply she flew into the room

We have not met before

I had to think of baseball

We traded phone numbers

And, yes, I think I like her

So, I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Took a step back

So, I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Till the cows come home

And I don't know where I let myself go

And I don't know if I'm ever gonna let it go

So, I guess it's been crapped upped

Forever not enough

My little buttercup

Remember what was up

So, I guess it's been crapped upped

Forever not enough

My little buttercup

So, I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Took a step back

So, I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Till the cows come home

And I don't know where I let myself go

And I don't know if I'm ever gonna let it go, oh, oh, oh, oh