Hi Grade - Angel, Protoje

Woah, girl, I miss you

Oh, girl, I miss you

Woah, yeah

I ain’t lookin' for no rich girl

I got my money up

So which girl, am I gon' set it off on?

Picture makin' love and I ain’t even know your name

Yeah

I switch girls when I’ve had enough

Oh, this girl is all I’m thinkin' of

Baby, you ain’t even gotta stand up in the rain, yeah

So if you coming to my place

Baby, we can smoke up the high grade

Them kinda weed make you feel like

Really making love 'til you feel right

Why don’t you come over my place?

Baby, we can smoke up the high grade

Them kinda herbs make you feel like

Really make you love 'til you feel right

Woah, girl, I miss you

Oh, girl, I miss you

Woah, yeah

I ain’t lookin' for no swift girl;

want my money now

A rough man, they trip and fall in love but

Baby, when we banter you know that it’s just a game

Yeah

Young, fresh and clean

Ain’t got no ring or no proposals, it’s a pocket full of roses for ya

Sunset, the sea

You better liven up yourself and free

If you’re coming to my place

Baby, we can smoke up til high grade

Them kinda herb make you feel like

Really make you love 'til you feel right

Oh

My place

Baby, we been smokin' the high grade

Them kinda herb make you feel like

Really make you love 'til you feel right

Woah, girl, I miss you

Oh, girl, I miss you

Woah, yeah