Da'Crimes - Cigarette Smoke lyrics

[VERSE 1: Da'Crimes] Got my finger on the trigger, gonna pop Am I Christian, a robot, I must of forget And I tried to learn that lesson, as a kid That propriety and poverty are the richest ways to live Others before self, it's the damned that need your help Damn man, you've got a saviors, salvation Little did you know that your were sedating The baser part of your self that need freedom and patience And it happens so quick 180 with the entrance of a bougie b**h Her body's a gift; she got some truth to spit She hands you a whiskey, says you wanna splif You grab those matches and head out the door You gotta city and some temptations to explore You roll out tonight, you know, real slow Take your final leave with a billow of the smoke [Chorus: Da'Crimes] And you take your final leave with a billow of the smoke And you take your final leave with her In the shadow, of the city night You and I be looking fine, but That's the disguise of being by your side I have yet, to loose my mind And I think I go, a little insane Most nights, just wanna, forget my name But tonight I'm gonna dance, and forget the pain Pop a pill, pop another bottle of champagne [VERSE 2: Da'Crimes] I'm a man of faith, but I fled from grace Cause I gotta get mine, before I finally fade away If immortality were an option, I'd choose it That's why I try myself on this music You bought it, you think I'm the sh**, well you blew it I'm just scrapping through life, stumbling through it And no matter how much p**y I be gettin' I could never f** away the depression And its kismet, I bet, How fate arranges your life Into a series of convenient predicaments You can't look your best b**h in the eye Because saying I love you's a lie But when the words come out They don't come out right Because you both just said goodbye You grab that drow and you head out the door With the kind of swagger you ain't felt before Still roll out tonight, you know, real slow Take your final leave with a billow of the smoke [VERSE 3: Da'Crimes] Off beat sh**, never even get it Mother f**er gotta go back to the beginning Till I, figure it out, or f**ing try it out Every god damn time I'm gonna learn a lesson about Just the way I handle my sh** Am I human, a robot Can I screw my parts together I doubt it Well what you wanna do with me Come around, have another mother f**ing Future party Oh, Molly Every f**ing day Light five cigarettes And a few ounces of Mary Jane All am I gonna do is Break down my blow And it'll break me down So I can break down my flow, Wow [VERSE 4: Da'Crimes] Now I'm rolling down Rodeo with a pistol in my holster Wanna get gat all these move stars and rappers I can't shine like that, got me mad as a mother f**er Used to be a lover, now I'm contemplating murder Came to LA scheming on big things Fame, fortune, and a few more than 2 Chains But it drove me insane, Can't place that blame Twenty something, no one even knew my name And I died at the thought that I left my dame, and my God All to become another mother f**ing, robot Go to a party wanna slit my own throat Please someone save me with that cigarette smoke [Chorus: Da'Crimes] x2