Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, I always use to have ‘em
A dry mouthed, maladapted fire breathing dragon
20 little co-pilots packed like sardines
Gave me confidence and a faster heartbeat
I was puffing on the reds, sucking down the blues
Green, yellows, black, I was fucking with them too
27s and the shorts, wides and the hundreds
Quality correlated with size of the budget
Started every day with a Spirit or P Funk
Smoke from the grill, and the steam from the teacup
Pocket notebook filled with lines of the penmanship
All the accessories of the wise and contemplative
Shit’s so crazy, there had to be an order in it
Slow it down, fit a life time into forty minutes
No tomorrow when deciphering the past
So I’d pull another out and I’d light it with the last

It’s always just one more than I’m done
I swear it’s just one more than I’m done
Oh give me just one more than I’m done
It’s always just one more than I’m done

Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, my homies use to bum ‘em
Been handing out stoges since the kid was youngin’
Cherry tipped stick put a cherry on the post meal
Cauterize the broken emotions that just won’t heal
Social smoker, never did it sober
Until one Sunday had a couple left over
Flicked the yellow bic til the fuse was lit
Took a sip and thought I could get used to this, shit
Pretty soon, I couldn’t drive without one
Couldn’t navigate the high without one
Helped me balance out the trip when I was diving down some
Take ‘em to the filter, nevermind the outcome
My grand daddy’s died from a lucky stripe love
And I put that same poison up in my lungs
Smoking at the funeral sitting in the ash
I pulled another out, and I lit it with the last

Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, I still tend to crave ‘em
Sitting at the bar and the shit smells amazin’
Been over two years since I kicked it cold turkey
Thanks to a sickness and a bit of soul searching
Started feeling old and thinking about fifty
And all the people I love hanging around with me
The temptations come, but I push ‘em to the back
If I pulled another out, it wouldn’t be the last