Cigarette Shelf Life (feat. Sangria Jay The Dragon)

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taste of life, on my lips never felt so sweet
chasing after what's left, of the pieces of me
life, on the edge, through self-destructive tendencies

THC, light it up, give my lungs, sweet relief
get it high, take it get by my arua, shine bright
cleaning up my spirit, fill my mind now I'm feel alright
focus on the bread, yeah, I'm cooking up a good life
THC, light it up, get my lungs, Ooooooh

I got 18, plus 2 luckies, I got dreams
Shit ain't funny, I know fiends, bout they money
I know life won't get me right unless I earn my fucking stripes
Type of shit that keep me up at night, petty change
It won't suffice to be less than my greatest self
Bob and weave, I'm coming for the belt, you know what I'm on
If you felt what I felt, another wave, that ima blaze
My mind's a fractured maze, I'm just trying to keep my pace
Live it by the day to day, cuz

I got 18, plus 2 luckies, on the other side it's sunny
But on this side, niggas running, run your pockets for some money
Leave you dead, this shit ain't funny, try to play me like no dummy
Leave you flayed, left in a haze, of dirt, I will just pave my own road
Walking alone, set the brick in solid gold
Send these pussy niggas home, cuz I'ma get it blown to pieces with this fucking chrome

Yeah, yeah, yeah

The taste of death on my lips, it never felt so sweet
Chasing after what's left of the pieces of me
Living life on the edge through self-destructive tendencies
Cigarette shelf life got me feeling truly free

The taste of death on my lips, it never felt so sweet
Chasing after what's left of the pieces of me
Living life on the edge through self-destructive tendencies

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got new designer
Have my family locked and loaded, turn your ass to Casper
He say he only take the speed, so he can go faster
Gold master plaque, they say he saved the day from ghosts
Yo, he's so plastered, every time I open up
I gave you raw classics, type to take you back
Like breakdances on the school floor
Screws are loose as tooth, like when we screw whores
A brute force, trauma to your head, bleedin' red
At the school wars, or whatever it was
I told my father as he didn't understand
But now I finally bothered to take a torch
And light up my life, and go from toddler
Tossing Tater Tots, and evil plots to stop
But why do that when you can rev a Harley in the parking lot
Hood-rat shit with all my friends, and making ends by 3 o'clock
Caught by cops, and detained by 4
The rain poured a lot, that day I guess that
Why my brothers snore forever, snooze as the middle lane more bitc...

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