Cherokee

Rolling grass while they wash their hands of time toke their chance.

For the stoner laughs that we shared over Nas.

Full blast on my arse sitting in my bro's garage.

Going halves on a cask making moments last.

Wishing we could hold the past frozen like it's golden stars.

For the days gone. The days made on. The cupboard we breaked on with blue puma suede's on.

It's for the boom box 2Pac played on.