Carvin apples
Circles tight
Pack it in
Trade our joints tonight
Out the back door
On the back porch
Just sharin secrets
What the stars only know
Breathe then pass
Old fashioned tokes
You make me laugh
Yeah, you know 
High like an unhinged girl
Oh my boy though
Out the back door
On the back porch
Swing and hands
Nervous feelings
Ease just a little
With this Washington apple
Smells like cider
Inhaling only each other
Stars take on another whisper
Just wanting to be high with her