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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pom-Poms
The Pom-Poms
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Joseph Ray
Samuel Joseph Ray
Songwriter
Kathryn Beckwith
Kathryn Beckwith
Composer

Lyrics

200 Grams
oh my god, it’s literally the fucking pom-poms
oh my god, kittty…
that’s a ricky beat
I’m chilling in the candlelight with a couple hundred grams of supply
you said you think we had plans tonight,
and I forgot but I’m like “damn, you’re right”
I hear you on the phone,
but I’m about to land on another fuckin planet
Damnit, I really wanna go
sorry baby, I don’t think I can cuz I’m high
high off a nice sativa, water in my eyes so I can barely see ya
haze got me looking at my feet for about a half an hour
but I got nowhere to be (well, I guess I’ll take off)
take off to clear my head, got a free day, I’ma spend it
baking like I’m bread and flaking on my friends
now pretend that you’re captain, ready to ascend
then lay back and relax, I’ma be your flight attendant
check it out, I recommend
I think it’s a hybrid, a pretty good blend
somehow I always hit it harder than intended,
fly too far and I give myself the bends
I’m chilling in the candlelight with a couple hundred grams of supply
you said you think we had plans tonight,
and I forgot but I’m like “damn, you’re right”
I hear you on the phone,
but I’m about to land on another fuckin planet
Damnit, I really wanna go
sorry baby, I don’t think I can cuz I’m high
ahh, you guys, I’m serious this time I think I’m really bout to have a heart attack
I really think it’s serious this time, I’m bout to have a heart attack, ooh
high, ooh
sorry baby but I can’t cuz i got too high (can’t cuz i got too high)
oooh sorry baby I don’t think I can cuz I’m high
Written by: Kathryn Beckwith, Samuel Joseph Ray
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