CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Cigarettes/ Through Frames Pt. 2

All those [?] smells like cigarettes now
Sometimes [?]
I'm in california now
No time to worry

choking on life, like a spliff
Only love you can explain that nonsense
bars in a riff
Watch me jump through frames
Ripping apart my brain
Trying to remain the same
But I gotta change to induce that lane
That you walk that path lined by my name
Come to me

Devour the joy of bitter souls and
Should [?] misery that's
Why they call me the general

Ride round the town smoking hella weed
I'm just out here coolin, b*t*h don't mess with me
A lot of these hoes wanna have sex with me
If she got money that's ok with me
Lame ass n***as starting to hate on me
Worry bout that beef, broke as some pu**y
I'm been in the game, you just some rookie
Sit yo ass on the bench and don't even speak