Trips in the Expedition

Pass the blunt

Drake plays in the trunk

First summer back from school

Midnights were a misty blue

Navy wavy clouds above

All five of us in my truck

David starts reciting lyrics from Thank Me Later

Show me a good time, o yea

Esta pass the blunt!

High school

Reminiscing about how we were cool

Gods we were,

we even ruled

KD laughs don't forget how we partied too

Tunde jokes about who got the most ass

High school was the best times we ever had

Pass the blunt

As for a moment time has gone counterclockwise

And the weed has us in reverse

Expedition's in my Expedition

Stood still but the high is what kept our minds tripping

Smoke clears and the laughs continue

Were high doing silly things

that high bonded us between many high school dreams