Roll me up Smoke me like I'm the last backwood you'll have in your life Take your time Fuck me right
I know you've seen A lot of things That's why we get along so well my darling And you know I hate to give you such a hard time But you know I hate when people look at what's mine What's mine (Ooh) what's mine
Tell me that you meant it when you said There was no one else you were thinking of back then And I know you say you didn't mean to make me cry But I don't believe that sometimes Sometimes Sometimes
Sometimes I wonder oh Sometimes I wonder oh oh It doesn't matter though
Sometimes I wonder, oh Sometimes I wonder oh oh It doesn't matter though
