4 I.O.

Gimme a taste of that smoke
It’s drippin' on the tip of my tongue
It’s burning the back of my throat
I was trippin', I was staring at the sun
Wider than the tip of my wings
Hotter than the tip of my gun, yeah
Thinking 'bout a million things
Couldn’t say a thing about one, yeah
Cry louder, no one’s gonna hear you cry
Shine harder, think you could walk on the sky
One in a million
You’ve never needed to try
We could meet in the middle
Or I’ll meet you on the other side, oh
Gimme a taste of that smoke
It’s sittin' on the tip of my tongue
I can feel it on the lip of my coke
Sippin' is much more fun
You can’t even step on my tos
You can’t even look at my sun, yeah
Thinking 'bout a brilliant jok
Nibbling a billion buns, yeah