It feels like a part of the jasmine flower that I never noticed before, but it is distinct a nod to an impossibly beautiful woman with a long cigarette holder, delicately picking a speck of tobacco off her tongue, staring into the distance, perhaps remembering a very unglamorous childhood in a far-off land
Juul looks like a USB flash drive and is easy to hide, comes in sweet flavors like mango and fruit medley, and delivers a powerful dose of nicotine, putting kids at greater risk of addiction
If you remember your first hit on a cigarette, you know how sickening nicotine can be
So sad ( You'll be okay eventually ( [Verse 3] Wake up in a new city every other night It's true, the blind child's got his mother's eyes Fuck who made your bed Yo, I'm sleeping under mine Haunting self 'til I motherfucking die My options been butt So my posture's been slumped Tryna pause the pain just to understand ( Wearing all black 'case my funeral come Anyone of these days but now I've nowhere to run Now when I feel like flying, I've been feeling numb Pushing the smoke from my head to my lungs No time to process, resume the process Sink in the booze to fuel the faucets Most thoughts filled with toxins Blimps with the poison always breaches the conscious On god, I'm a beast with a god sense of time And everything I've been through recently been costin' And instead of tryna catch up on my life, I'd rather ride off a fucking cliff despondent [Bridge] No Rav, please don't do it
