Testo Cigarette - Jelly Roll

Testo della canzone Cigarette (Jelly Roll), tratta dall'album Therapeutic Music 5

She lit her last cigarette
Oh yeah!
Hey how you've been? It's been a minute
I've been praying for you, alot of shit that's on my chest
I want to say it to you
Beautiful woman with incredible tape
Baby daddy's gone, I've heard he called federal case
It was fast life livin', winded up in prison
Next thing you know, she's tryin' to raise three children
And next day, she's on back pays
Didn't know that Shane came as fast as cash came
It's all part of the game, movin' in the fast lane
Now she thinkin' Lord can't blame it on the back pain
Man, now she's sittin' in an old motel
Another story that we know oh so well
She lit her last cigarette
While she's tryin' to figure out how to live with regret
Oh yeah!
But she don't get a check
So she feels there's nothing's left, so she's sittin' stressed
Light up a cigarette!
Hey honey how you doin'? Are you still doin' bad?
Are you still with that dude that likes to beat your ass?
Last time I've seen you, I saw the hidden bruises
I've tried to talk about it but you came up with excuses
You feel trapped, don't you? It's like you can't escape
It's like you tryin' to find a way through you can get away
I understand, hold on, mama and be strong
God's the only person that you can really lean on
Like you're stuck in a rut but you can't get out
But the world's on your shoulders and you can't flip out
I'm sorry it took so long for us to have a conversation
But I'm glad I've caught you contemplating
She lit her last cigarette
While she's tryin' to figure out how to live with regret
Oh yeah!
But she don't get a check
So she feels there's nothing's left, so she's sittin' stressed
Light up a cigarette!
And she don't want to spend another night alone
She don't get no friend that she can call a phone
When it's cold, no one knows
All the places that girl go
She lit her last cigarette
While she's tryin' to figure out how to live with regret
Oh yeah (nobody)
But she don't get a check
So she feels there's nothing's left, so she's sittin' stressed
Light up a cigarette (nobody knows)



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Writer(s): Jason Bradley De Ford
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