Ive got fresh smoke on my breath but your names still soft on my lips like some bad habit I keep thinking about even after I swore I was quittin this shit but Ill be the first to admit that while Im addicted to this I cant have it got a flame at the end of my spliff and its dancing different than the way that it did, like the wind got a whisper of what we did an its flickers got a taste for what the weed is an full of fire at the tip of the tongue and a mouthful of reasons to rip so watch the embers burn in the dark cos the smokes got its own little twist and Ive got fresh smoke on my breath but your names still soft on my lips like some bad habit I keep thinking about even after I swore I was quittin this shit but Ill be the first to admit that while Im addicted to this I cant have it got sold on a different little strain with a stupid fuckin name, they said it hit cleaner, burned better than this said it sat deeper in the chest an the draw had more weight when it hits an I bought into it, rolled it up, spent the night tryna make something stick but it never came close to the high I was used to gettin from it and Ive got fresh smoke on my breath but your names still soft on my lips like some bad habit I keep thinking about even after I swore I was quittin this shit but Ill be the first to admit that while Im addicted to this I cant have it © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
