chorus

Thinking 'bout you

Thinking 'bout me

I don't care where

Where we gonna be

We can get high, if we wanna

verse 1

Just hopped off the roof

Into my jacuz

Body scoop

Olympic Move

I brought the wine

I hope you like red

Good for the heart and mind

That's what I read

We ain't got no plans

Got nothing to prove

I'm a company man

When my business you

chorus

Thinking 'bout you

Thinking 'bout me

I don't care where

Where we gonna be

We can get high, if we wanna

Sippin' on you

Sippin' on me

Swing set view

Quarter past three

We can get high, if we wanna

verse 2

Floating on the ocean

Everything slow motion

You're blocking my view, baby that's cool

We're all are the same, when it comes your frame

Cherries and a pear,

Sand in your curly hair,

Sprinkle some of that gold dust on me

I don't care we gon' roll

Rock with the waves, vertigo

Swimming in your rush, sugar coke,

Smooth like wax and your jelly bean toes

chorus

Thinking bout you

Thinking bout me

I don't care where

Where we gonna be

We can get high if we wanna

Sippin' on you

Sippin' on me

Swing set view

Quarter past three

We can get high, if we wanna

verse 3

Crazy damn dreams, summertime things

Feeling like kids with a kite string

Hold on, hold on to my hand

Laughing in the late moonlight

Taste of honey on your breath

You know that I carry July in my pocket yeah

And I'm always thinkin'

chorus

Thinking 'bout you

Thinking 'bout me

I don't care where

Where we gonna be

We can get high, If we wanna

Sippin' on you

Sippin' on me

Swing set view

Quarter past three

We can get high, if we wanna

We could get high, if we wanna

// written by James Clark, Anika Zebron, Elton Zebron

verse 1

It was a midmorn November

It was almost December

And it was always November in my soul

It was a midmorn November

Those days I’ll always remember

And I will always remember

Because they’re gone

chorus

Ooh, woah, woah, woah, woah

Ooh, woah, woah, woah

verse 2

You're not quite winter

But I thought it was a worth my something poor

You're not bitter

We burn like scripture

It's been almost forever

Since I've been gone

You tell me lift my eyes

Way beyond my cloudy skies

As the good wind likes to fly

I leave my worries all behind

chorus

Ooh, woah, woah, woah, woah

Ooh, woah, woah, woah

verse 3

So it’s that midmorn November

It makes me always remember

Yeah

Where I’ve come from

Where I’ve come from

outro

Always, all in my head

Always, all in my head

Take your time

Always take your time

Always, all in my head

Always, all in my head

Take your time

Always take your time

// written by Anika Zebron, Elton Zebron