Put It Down

Yeah

I've come to the realization that, this shit is no good for me, so

This is my journey to put this shit down

I need to stop wasting all my dollars on Black & Milds
Something inside me keep telling me to put that shit down
Bet if quit smoking and let my dollars stack and pile
Shit, right now, I could probably have a house
Every time I put the ashes out, I just be thinking that this habit foul
And I know my lungs prolly black as dal-matians spots
I'm so disgusted with these blacks, like a racist cop
The chance of, me getting cancer
Isn't just propaganda,stamped on the wrapper
It's prolly a guaranteed, calamity, waiting to happen
Say I wanna quit but I need to start taking the action
If I keep waiting, I could end up in a grave in a casket
That's something that I hate to imagine, I hate I'm an addict
Nicotine fiend, keep like eight in my jacket
I'm getting tired of replacing my fashion because of burn holes
The time is now, I can't wait until I turn old

Put that shit down, down, put that shit down
Put that shit down, down, put that shit down
Put that shit down, down, put that shit down
Put that shit down, down, put that shit down

You don't need that
You don't see that, shit is killing you?
You don't need that
Nah, you don't need that
Shit is killing you, you don't need that

I regret the day I even started to smoke
I hate the fact that I depend on a cigar just to cope
My girl can't even get in my car without guarding her nose
She hate the smell, but it's all over my garments, I know
This shit is poisonous, I'm toying with my health, I am destroying it
My organs are spoiling, I know it but I keep avoiding it
I see the statistics of all the victims, that died from the wicked sickness
It's becoming convincing enough, for me to wanna get it out my system and get in the gym and
Start to get fitted, so I ain't quick to get winded, when sprinting
Gotta keep a pack of Spearmint in my denim
So when I converse with a person my verbal scent isn't giving a stench
That make 'em give me a grimace
I calculate the expenses, It got me pensive
Spending Benjamins every week, that I probably could've bought a Benz with
But I know that I can solve, this problem, yeah it's a challenge but I got the balls

Put that shit down, down, put that shit down
Put that shit down, down, put that shit down
Put that shit down, down, put that shit down
Put that shit down, down, put that shit down

You don't need that
You don't see that, shit is killing you?
You don't need that
Nah, you don't need that
Shit is killing you, you don't need that

Put it down, put it down, put it down now

Put it down, put it down, put it down now

Put it down, put it down, put it down now

Put it down, put it down, down, down, down

Put it down, put it down, put it down now

Put it down, put it down, put it down now

Put it down, put it down, put it down now

Put it down, put it down, down, down, down



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Writer(s): Samuel Anderson
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