Straight Inappropriate - Vanilla Cigarillo

Wake and bake this morning when I awoke
Joint on the nightstand I smell like smoke
Green leaves like we high as the trees
Screw sobriety
Buy em grind em inhale em and sky em like lightning
Now we riding like the car at the end of Grease
Starvin like I run on E
Windows down my girl hair wavin like the beach
Then we chuck deuces that’s peace
Penny for your thoughts
Dime in my bed
Quarter in my drawer
Singles in my head like I need it
I need it the dough I kneed it
And when I’m feeling low
The pussy I cream it
Call it half and half sheesh and weed in the hukkah
Capeash the leash on the hoes like a toe tag
Female pink make this big dog’s tail wag
I take a drag of my
Vanilla Cigarillo
Smoke blowing out the window
Hella hits feeling mellow
Burnin out like the devil devil
On my level level
It’s the nilla nillo cigarillo rillo oh
Today can blow me
Tomorrow’s my bitch
This week ain’t got shit
So the summer’s legit
BK drive-thru is my order complete
Yes ma’am and we at the second window
For real though if I had it my way
It go kush thrust bust drink record repeat yes
I find that when you roll with us
You spend most of your free time real messed up
Sloppy like you drank too much
Then ya ex walks in and you like oh
Goddamnit I shouldn’t talk to her man
Help me out let’s go out to the porch to avoid
We can smoke this scene out
Eyes blood red
Feel it in my head
You remember what the fat lady said
It’s ain’t over until she sing
Sound like silence to me so imma do my thing
Where’s my vanilla cigarillo uh oh
Vanilla Cigarillo
Smoke blowing out the window
Hella hits feeling mellow
Burnin out like the devil devil
On my level level
It’s the nilla nillo cigarillo rillo oh
Vanilla cigarillo filled with the realo
Pack it in the grinder now it’s softer than a pillow
Hanging like a willow
Blowing like a billow
Fire I’m a pyro burning papers like manillo
Vanilla cigarillo filled with the realo
Pack it in the grinder now it’s softer than a pillow
Hanging like a willow
Blowin like a billow
Fire I’m a pyro burning papers like manillo yo
Got the blunt a pack and an old snapback
This a hat that brew some jealousy out of the cat
Curiosity kills George is still snoopin in that
As high as Woodstock his buddy Snoopy is still on his back
Dab is useful so stoned I’ll dabble-do ya
Say a dollop will do ya
They say all women will screw ya
I say not until they blew us
Buncha screw ups
I’m frankly clueless
Killer knew her
I fuckin knew her
They say how many lives are you gonna do a mess of
Fuckin left her
I’m high as hell and my behavior so forbid as heaven
She pull it twist it spin it flick it
Got me feeling like a bop it
Pop and lock it don’t stop it
I call her pussy the cockpit
Okay so sober for losers
I say pickers can’t be choosers
Vanilla cig with the roach clip
We get dumb call that demoted
I stay promoted
Others wishing they could mold it
Ride with me I promise everything’s golden
Ride with me everything stays golden
I think that sounds cool

Written by:
Chad Short

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