Odd Future Talk - Warehouse lyrics

I'm programmed to smoke grams of the indica hemp Me and my girl in our own world as we sit on the bench Thinking about past times ‘cause the presences a gift Lesser? what we wanted to give bigger because stress is a b**h And I know you wanna run the way until you forget About me and what we had together that we have regrets I wish there was a bu*ton on this game so we could reset I never wanted space but we don't know how to eject And for the record, I ain't trippin on these other n***as ‘cause there ain't sh** another man could ever discover with her And understand I'm a man so you think quicker I think liquor till I'm sicker so we biquer Trouble and stumbling over the gals curves And you muttering and cussin pretty lips foul words My negative active reactions are embedded Me and my rootly fetish and you cruelly taking credit