Smokes & Bumps

Written with love & care by Drew Henry

Listening to music smoking

Brew up a quick coffee in my Yeti

Nothing else to do

A few things so timeless

Everything else going to die out

It’ll all make sense once we pass away

Shit usually goes the way it’s supposed to

If i’m not doing drugs, i always jus wish i was

Rain never comes & stays

Here comes the fucking sun & i’m bumming

Need the dose under falling snow

Still listening to music smoking

Nothing’s ever new, i stay the same

Yet the world likes to throw curves

So i swerve & get used to dirt

Ice shit up in the cut & love a cute slut

Smoke it down, ash on the cement & my shirt

Meant nothing by it, jus tryna pass the time

Boo blew it out & made a wish in time

i take a drag & climb out the ditch

Never switch up like a bitch

Gut full of liquor, slim tatted wrist

Forever blessed, forever at rest

Knock me out & i’ll get a coffee & 2 shots

Drained out… finding relief in the emptiness

She’s casting spells in the meadows

i’m dead inside finding a high in the lows

Lying on the concrete, thinking of nothing

She could kill me, nothing would be different

Cloud rap haze, emo trap days, beat plays on

Coffee on my white tee, prayers on our knees

Fingering rosary beads, blessed Virgin Mary

Something bitter sweet, everything so weary

On the way out the swamp… haunt me, haunt me

Leaning in the seat, pimping up & down the street

Believe in some mystery, inhale in nicotine leaf

Shade of money trees & breeze with the hot tea

Ways to catch a breath in the outermost depths

Still going to play the cards i was dealt

Half read books & half dead crooks

Back from the dead, need drugs for my head

She gets me as high as heroine

Apologize in the morning for my sins

Life is sex, clothes, substance & vibe

Eat a little, drink a lot, throw on some music

She’ll save me then rip my heart out

i’ll climb in my grave & smoke that shit out

Get in my bag & get shit off my chest

Been about the blues, pondering death

Indebted to her, die about mine

A gram & some old pine

Shit kills me…

Without smokes & music, i’m already dead

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