The last two mornings I sat on my milk crate just left of the pier working mostly on water level Limpkins and a bit of flight
Available in both cartons and packs, Canadian Classic Ultra Blue suits both daily and occasional smokers
Vivien: I was thinking about that because your new album is called X's
So sad ( You'll be okay eventually ( [Verse 3] Wake up in a new city every other night It's true, the blind child's got his mother's eyes Fuck who made your bed Yo, I'm sleeping under mine Haunting self 'til I motherfucking die My options been butt So my posture's been slumped Tryna pause the pain just to understand ( Wearing all black 'case my funeral come Anyone of these days but now I've nowhere to run Now when I feel like flying, I've been feeling numb Pushing the smoke from my head to my lungs No time to process, resume the process Sink in the booze to fuel the faucets Most thoughts filled with toxins Blimps with the poison always breaches the conscious On god, I'm a beast with a god sense of time And everything I've been through recently been costin' And instead of tryna catch up on my life, I'd rather ride off a fucking cliff despondent [Bridge] No Rav, please don't do it
they tire, need handlers, and can't be reprogrammed with software updates
We understand the physical effects of tobacco so well, but were much less sure about why these associations come about
