Cookin//sum (feat. sly why)

Oh, I been cooking something
Yeah baby, I been cooking something
Eh eh, I been cooking something
Yeah baby, I been cooking something
Eh eh, I been cooking something
Yeah baby, I been cooking something
Eh eh, I been cooking something
Yeah baby, I been cooking something

Baby girl
I pour my heart into a jar for you
I tip in huge at the bar for you
I took the wheel of a car for you, I'm fucked up
But now I'm rollin with my windows down
This shit be blasting you don't hear a sound
These fuckin pills make my head go round
Surprised I kept my feet up on the ground

Cause I'm cookin something good and you gonna come down and smoke it with me
Cause girl I'm cookin something good and you gonna be feeling this shit for weeks

I'll come down when the sun goes up and these freaks go back to sleep
Our bodies burning in the sun while our lips drying up and cracking in the heat
Call this shit your ear candy, ear crack, it's all the God damn same to me
Either way you gonna be buying when it's time to bring it down to the streets

I've been cookin something
I've been cookin something good and you gonna come smoke it with me
I've been cookin something good and you gonna be feeling this shit for weeks

Cause lately I've been banging out these numbers while these fools trying to catch up on their sleep
And lately I've been counting through these bars while these fools laying back and countin sheep
And everytime I hear you say fuck this I'll be there saying: C'est la vie
So c'est la vie, c'est la vie

But with some old gin sitting and a whim of cold shoulders out
The engines open and I'm all grown from clovers
We are within the slim fortune of a postponed comatose
I clothe the skin orchard in an ozone overcoat