Cigarettes

Heard me rhyme, next thing ya know
Takin it back like the next episode
Done my time, now I'm hanging in the suite
Chillin, relaxin on Miami Beach
Ma pull up a seat, while I roll a swisher sweet
Groove to the beat, makin' moves on the sheets
Know we cruise through the streets, drinkin' booze all week
She got a nice body, yea I'm digging her physique
She like my technique man the game is ova
Here sit back let me tell ya what I told her
Ya boy got luck like a four leaf clover
Ahead of my time like a star going nova
Fuck a lecture, imma' show ya
Would give grace, but i'd rather give closure
Would take breaks but i'd rather move forward
I done been chewed up, spit out
But I'm still a motherfuckin' soldier
Yo, I don't mean no disrespect
Can I bum a cigarette?
High and living fast like we up in a jet
Hella cool, posing no threats
Why ya gotta go and flex?
Rather be chillin' with the other sex
Know we been some vets
Pass the bottle so I can tell ya best
Baby let's hit the bed, never shoot my shot
So when I do it be nothin but net
Yea, I said
I never shoot my shot so when I do it be nothin but net
Yea, you know I'm coming correct
And showing no disrespect
She digging my intellect
No archeologist, party like we in colleges
My tolerance never had a chance
So baby gimme ya hand
Bare feet dancing in the sand
What's the plan?
Is it your hotel or mine?
Mix like tequila, twist the lime
All night conversations, passing time
So much fun, yea tonight's the night
So light another one, feel so alive
Got a hundred stories on my mind
Ill be fine, long as you're the one that's in this rhyme
How Bizarre, came this far
Never thought i'd be in the place we are
Game was a mess, never played to charm
Living my life like the games still on
Brain full of stress yea it paid right off
Raise to the test, through the mainstream off
Like a game of chess, passing through these pawns
Sweetapple Wes, let my name ring on
Yo, I don't mean no disrespect
Can I bum a cigarette?
High and living fast like we up in a jet
Hella cool, posing no threats
Why ya gotta go and flex?
Rather be chillin with the other sex
Know we been some vets
Pass the bottle so I can tell ya best
Baby let's hit the bed, Never shoot my shot
So when I do it be nothin but net
Yea, I said
I never shoot my shot so when I do it be nothin but net



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Writer(s): Wesley Sweetapple
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