Jazz Cigarettes

My high is in effect
I'm gripping on a richer sense
I'm losing all the feeling in my fingers so I wiggle them
Remember days when we were going to the river bend?
I don't think that I miss it, but you tell me if it's Winter yet
Feeling like the 80's, but my call will never click connect
This is better than Ritalin, say "Hello" to my little friend
Forget I'm sick again, deep six-ing "oh, this again"
We're dreaming of a picket fence and smoking jazz cigarettes

I spark the lighter up and watch the flame run around
Told the bitch she ain't invited if she bug me out
Turn it, flick the ashes off, and watch them as they flutter down
And when it's fading off, I light up for another round
See, this is something you can't bring inside the fucking house
'Cause I've been laughing, but I really don't know what about
Take the swisher, gut it out
Puff it, let it come around
Roll up like a thunder cloud
I'm smoking through my summer drought
Ignore the things I sputter out, like, "let me teach a thing to ya
The first ancient civilization's Mesopotamia
That's not a cop, it's just a GMC Acadia
Now can I cough? Because I burned my fucking trachea"
See now we're shifting, depression is the discussion's major theme
And soon, we spill and speak our suffered brains to peace
God damn it, now I've got to leave and bring this pain to sleep?
It isn't deep, now hit the blunt before the flames deceased

My high is in effect
I'm gripping on a richer sense
I'm losing all the feeling in my fingers so I wiggle them
Remember days when we were going to the river bend?
I don't think that I miss it, but you tell me if it's Winter yet
Feeling like the 80's, but my call will never click connect
This is better than Ritalin, say "Hello" to my little friend
Forget I'm sick again, deep six-ing "oh, this again"
We're dreaming of a picket fence and smoking jazz cigarettes
My high is in effect
I'm gripping on a richer sense
I'm losing all the feeling in my fingers so I wiggle them
Remember days when we were going to the river bend?
I don't think that I miss it, but you tell me if it's Winter yet
Feeling like the 80's, but my call will never click connect
This is better than Ritalin, say "Hello" to my little friend
Forget I'm sick again, deep six-ing "oh, this again"
We're dreaming of a picket fence and smoking jazz cigarettes



Credits
Writer(s): Dom Peluso The R.a.m
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