"Cigarettes and Weed"
All lyrics by Grant Walker, All rights reserved
Aint got a dollar in my pocket, or a penny in my shoes
I'm packing all my bags cause there aint nothing to loose
While in the Carolinas, I learned to play guitar
And everyone was telling me "Son, that aint gonna get you far"
Well I went about my business
I said I'm doing fine
The changing of the seasons
Has made me loose my mind
So I moved into the city and found myself some pay
I sat on the couch and watched my dreams fade away
I wasted all my money on cigarettes and weed
I burned away the dollars just to fuel my greedy needs
Well I went about my business
I said I'm doing fine
I may have lost my reason
But I'll never loose my rhyme
Didn't have to be this way
It was me who let it slip away
I just hope I'm not too late
Another ghost of yesterday
But I have too many now
And I need to break free some how
And find my way

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