Cigarette Burn Blues
Turn up the Roots
Singing the blues 'bout how we all die in 2s
Just let me roll a blunt so I can cut loose
Cause if I can't smoke in this place then what's the use?
Not to mention y'all keep talking 'bout my bruise
Wasn't hoping I'd be the news
So I'll let y'all be and let y'all drink y'all booze
Bye bye and I'ma see y'all again soon
This one's to you
You stuck right next to me through all the ladders and chutes
Even when that gun shoot
You the first person to turn and say "we gon' make it through"
Staring across the room
Asking "do you got plans at noon?"
"Let's hop in your car and sing some tunes"
"And go hiking till we see the moon"
Remember that Friday, late when you got off from work
We had an argument and my reaction couldn't've been worse
I put my mouth on yours instead of using my words
Rubbing up on your thighs and sides up under your shirt
You slapped me in the face and kicked my ass to the curb
And that was what I deserved
Was less concerned with your hurt and more focused on your curves
Can't say I blame you for the cigarette burns
This one's to her
She stuck right next to me through all them sharp ass turns
Even when it sounded like a massacre
She the first person to turn and say "we won't end up in a hearse"
But now it's kinda a blur
Word to the alcohol she always kept in her purse
I loved every second of it but I loved you first
But ever since that night I wish I could reverse
Singing the blues 'bout how we all die in 2s
Just let me roll a blunt so I can cut loose
Cause if I can't smoke in this place then what's the use?
Not to mention y'all keep talking 'bout my bruise
Wasn't hoping I'd be the news
So I'll let y'all be and let y'all drink y'all booze
Bye bye and I'ma see y'all again soon
This one's to you
You stuck right next to me through all the ladders and chutes
Even when that gun shoot
You the first person to turn and say "we gon' make it through"
Staring across the room
Asking "do you got plans at noon?"
"Let's hop in your car and sing some tunes"
"And go hiking till we see the moon"
Remember that Friday, late when you got off from work
We had an argument and my reaction couldn't've been worse
I put my mouth on yours instead of using my words
Rubbing up on your thighs and sides up under your shirt
You slapped me in the face and kicked my ass to the curb
And that was what I deserved
Was less concerned with your hurt and more focused on your curves
Can't say I blame you for the cigarette burns
This one's to her
She stuck right next to me through all them sharp ass turns
Even when it sounded like a massacre
She the first person to turn and say "we won't end up in a hearse"
But now it's kinda a blur
Word to the alcohol she always kept in her purse
I loved every second of it but I loved you first
But ever since that night I wish I could reverse
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Writer(s): Avery Olson
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