Текст песни Cigar Roller - Syn Suitcase

Simpler times takes over my mind
Good thoughts ripped apart, spat out at nine
Motherhood gone dipped, years of despair to come out fine
Ima smoke redwoods cause my brain split in divine
They don't understand our thoughts
Thank god we have one and another in time
But with you, I felt caught but in hind
I loved our ways we acted
I felt alive
And my happiness trine
Bad habits causes bad times
I dream someday I can call wife
I'm riding on the street with the mind to maul flights
Well it's too boring to guide bright
This lady too horny with a high spite
I'm equipped with a 40 and a dull knife
It bores me to consider a high mind
Swarm me with a spliff
And that smoke ignore me quick with a dry sign
It's impossible to tell with this phony this guy on a eye decline
Please don't inform me I got the webs of my dome intertwined