On the porch

(yeah… uh… yeah…)

Old porch swing with the rust on the chain,

Bottle half-empty, tryna wash out pain.

Neighbors don’t know what it’s like in my chest,

Every blunt that I roll put the hurt to rest.

I ain’t lookin’ for heaven, I ain’t searchin’ for hell,

I just sit in the smoke, let it tell my tale.

If the world end tonight, I’ll be fine with that,

Long as I go out high with my brim pulled back.

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Backwood stuffed, that’s my therapy session,

Voices in my head but the weed keep ‘em guessin’.

Tears in my hoodie, ash burn holes in the sleeve,

Smoke in my lungs feel better when I breathe.

Mama said I’d lose if I live this way,

But I’m tired of the hurt, gotta drift away.

Every puff like a memory that fade in the dark,

Got lighters in the night tryna spark my heart.

Red eyes hide the pain when I laugh too hard,

Truck parked crooked in the neighbor’s yard.

Ain’t no church in my soul but the blunt feel holy,

If the reaper want me now, he gon’ sit here smokin’ with me slowly.

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🎵 Smoke on the porch, let it lift my soul,

Fire in the night when the world so cold.

If the chains don’t break, then the green still hold,

I ain’t lost no more, I found my road. 🎵

(Choir echoes: “found my road… found my road…”)

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🎵 Long nights, long fights with myself in the dark, 🎵

🎵 Tryna heal old wounds but they left they mark. 🎵

🎵 Got my brothers in the sky and my pain in the dirt, 🎵

🎵 So I roll one up, let it numb all the hurt. 🎵

I been cryin’ to the stars, they don’t answer me back,

But the smoke keep me safe when my soul go black.

Every drag like a hymn, every cloud my song,

I been broken too long, but the smoke keep me strong.

From the trailer to the block, we all search for peace,

In the smoke I find hope, in the smoke I find release.

I ain’t rich, I ain’t clean, but my chest feel light,

When the blunt glow red in the dead of the night.

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🎵 Roll it, light it, let the hurt burn slow… 🎵

(Juice ad-libs: “burn slow, burn slow… yeah…”)

🎵 Every cloud that I chase is a home I know. 🎵

(Morray: “home I know, home I know…”)

🎵 If I fade away here, let the smoke be my prayer… 🎵

(Juice: “my prayer… my prayer…”)

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🎵 Smoke on the porch, let it lift my soul,

Fire in the night when the world so cold.

If the chains don’t break, then the green still hold,

I ain’t lost no more, I found my road. 🎵

(Choir builds: “found my road, found my road…”)

(Juice humming soft like a cry: “yeahhh… found my road… smoke take me home…”)

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(Choir chants low, Morray layering chants, Juice mumbling ad-libs)

🎵 Don’t let me drown… don’t let me drown tonight… 🎵

🎵 Smoke in my lungs keep me alive… 🎵

(Juice: “keep me alive… keep me alive…”)