Cigarette Smoke
[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 bitch
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 shit, well you blew it
I’m just scrapping through life, stumbling through it

And no matter how much pussy I be gettin’
I could never fuck 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 bitch 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 shit, never even get it
Mother fucker gotta go back to the beginning
Till I, figure it out, or fucking try it out
Every god damn time I’m gonna learn a lesson about

Just the way I handle my shit
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 fucking
Future party
Oh, Molly
Every fucking 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 fucker
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 fucking, robot
Go to a party wanna slit my own throat
Please someone save me with that cigarette smoke

[Chorus: Da'Crimes] x2