Contact High (Demo)

I smelled that smoke when I passed by your door I fall down to my knees cause I need more Something's burning up inside I know that ain't no jolly ride We'll make do with the slip and slide Fo' sho' You give me contact Contact high You give me contact Contact high Turn the dirt til I can breathe your seed The flowers on your wind that taste so sweet Look here Mama, don't be scared Selfless children love to share But I'll be damned if I've got enough For three You give me contact, contact Contact high You give me contact, contact Contact high The girl ain't nothin' but rich white trash With her lips on a jazz bag and hands on cash Nobody wants to kiss a mushroom stash Don't you leave me statued like a stone I taste you good, the wet lips of your home Please believe me, for your sake I won't ask you, I just take One more fix and I'm gonna break my bones You give me contact, contact Contact high You give me contact, contact Contact high You give me.... You give me... You give me... You give me...