[Verse 1: Maeko]
I might die my hair orange
I might finally take my time
I just don't care much
I just live my pretty little life
I might start a garden in the springtime
Too much of the concrete grind
I stopped digging and it stopped mattering
Everybody want what they fantasize
And it's a fact that my mind can be a dangerous neighborhood
But I still walk in it late at night, yeah, yeah
And all I ask, don't box me in
I don't do labels good
'Cause I tried that once upon a time
Hey, hey

[Chorus]
Take a swim, breath-stroke
Flying in, West Coast
Settle in, work remote
Make your problems small
Pay the rent, lay low
Ready, set, 'kay, go
We could burn the sage smoke
Make your problems go up
Make your problems go up in smoke
(In smoke, in smoke)
Make your problems go up in smoke
(In smoke, in smoke)
[Verse 2: Hadji Gaviota]
Thought you knew I was a bag-gitarius
When you threw me in the bag like Tarius
Now we on our love-hate shit
And I'm feeling like you feeling it's a waste of time (Time)
I don't really wanna taste your tears
But I swear they go great with mine (Mine)
You got sugar on your rim
So that's probably why you should have been with him, it's fine
And look, you can't hide the smile on your face
Make it happen whenever you want
I just gotta get out my own way
You can feel the rhythm in your feet
I can find the perfect words to say
We can make a perfect harmony
Ooh-ooh-ooh

[Chorus]
Take a swim, breath-stroke
Flying in, West Coast
Settle in, work remote
Make your problems small
Pay the rent, lay low
Ready, set, 'kay, go
We could burn the sage smoke
Make your problems go up
Make your problems go up in smoke
(In smoke, in smoke)
Make your problems go up in smoke
(In smoke, in smoke)
Make your problems go up in smoke
(In smoke, in smoke)
Make your problems go up in smoke