Cigarette Shelf Life ft. Sangria Jay The Dragon Lyrics

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

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