Lucky Cigs - Wyatt Roberts

I’ve been smoking lucky cigarettes, one left in the pack

Looking for the happiness I shoved in the back

Of my car, when I packed, all my things, I feel like, I’m a bird,

tryna fly without it’s wings

I think it’s time for me to move away

But I could stay right where I’m at another day

Get in my mind, don’t know why

I’ve been wasting all my time

I say I really wanna live but don’t know how to feel alive

I could be over-thinking (easily)

I feel like my ship Is sinking (I need to breathe)

My lifestyle’s been choking out my creativity

My brain is taking out my heart like it’s my enemy

You’re the coffee that I need in my cup

You’re the drink that gets me way too fucked up

You’re my nicotine when I need a fix, I can’t explain it

You’re the only one when I’ve made up my mind, could ever change it

I wish I was still the same, but to be honest everything has changed

I smoke these lucky cigarettes like a damn train

Mamma wishing that I would switch my mainframe

But I’m steady running till I run this damn game

I wanna leave and I’ll walk back through the door

Same old situations and I’ve been there before

Pouring out my heart but everybody want some more