Johnny Tra$h - Cigarillo by Morning Lyrics

Wish I could make this up
It ain't the worst, but fuck me runnin'...
Moving right along to the bump, bass and brunch
Yeah baby, but Yoga mostly
Big Sean's Ass Ass Ass Ass destroyin
Rock City Detroit and I been movin shit
Pricetag that grave, stoner
You know how it gets when Big D comes over
You know how it gets when Big D comes

Dallas, Texas, Cigarillo by Morning
Northwest from there though, 'cause shit gets boring

Wanna ford the river with me, die from dysentery?
Popeyes biscuit but my breakfast was Ben & Jerry
Fuck the cooties and she toot it and boot it
Yeah, her favorite color's red but she's poppin the blues
Roxy and a Xanax, I been buyin her shoes
We ordered pizza
Hi, Mom nice to meet ya
Crickets chirpin and I'm hearin' the murmurs
Got the red face. Yeah, now I'm feelin nervous
Bust out the new shit cause Juan came back from Mexico
Oh no no, my Senorita
Quien Quiere Paseo de bigote?
Ridin thru your city, drop at least a song a day
February I was jugglin new things
Loose with it, yeah Bruce Bruce with it
Start the mixer cause the job ain't done
Thank you everyone
Holding the fort down, she got a flight at 2:00
Yeah baby, she got a great connection
I'm outta the box, I'm getting mutually funded
Connecting all the poetically insane junkies

Dallas, Texas, Cigarillo by Morning
Northwest from there though, cause shit gets boring

100 gallons of fluid, we killed it
Dripped and secreted on the sacred and vital, the most holiest mission
Here's another wish while you throwin curved pitches
Clap that ass, light a blunt, and keep livin
Welcome to the shit, you're in my music collective
My train of thought across the tracks
Mind expandin cool whip
Token nerd taking sips on some broken word shit
Short films, David Lynch
Stand up dinner dates for the vocal booth
I aint even trippin, so where you headed, boo?
Lyin intruder
A Lion of Judah
I was the son at the funeral getting denied communion
In line behind Daddy and then they gave it straight to ya
Blood and Body as you wept after I played Hallelujah
All my exes ain't from Texas, but I got some reasons
Livin life like I'm a movie and I'm with my missus
We don't want your drama, bullet holes in televisions
I'm like bitch get off the rag, and quit takin pictures
Pour the diesel out, smoke a blunt keep livin'
And if they Jew you, hit the road and keep whippin