The trumpets and the horns been
Putting her in the deep end
She's dancing on her own
Dark denim with some sequins
She was shaken and sweeping
Bonita Apple bum
Oh, so it seem
We're living a Canadian Dream
I don't want to feel like I'm a fiend for ya
'Cause you don't fiend for much
She said, "Baby, what's the tea?"
I said, "You're no good for me
I got shrooms and lots a tree
When there's nowhere else to be
Split the caps up equally
If you're tryna hunt the breeze
Two step with me for the free
Two step with me for the free"
We in a cycle
Tryna invite every word like the Bible
I'm tryna see you now
Knowing where you're from
But when I talk
The words ain't really coming through
The feeling's too impromptu
It's not in the way you speaking to me
It's the way it seem
We living in a corked-up dream
I don't wanna feel like I'm a fiend for ya
'Cause you don't fiend for much
She said, "Baby, what's the tea?"
I said, "You're no good for me
I got shrooms and lots a tree
When there's nowhere else to be
Split the caps up equally
If you're tryna hunt the breeze
Two step with me for the free
Two step with me for the free"
