Blunt and a ash

Just a chill ass song 🎤 "Late Nights & Blunt Ash" (Verse 1) Yo, late nights, vinyl spinnin’, whiskey in my glass, Ashtray full, memories burnin' from the past. Text from an ex, she talkin' like she miss me, But love's a blunt — it fade slow, then get crispy. Backseat dreams in a Civic with the tint, Talkin’ 'bout the future while the gas money spent. We ain't had much, just a plan and a zip, Couple bars in the notes, and a bottle to sip. Had a homie named Tre, used to flip for a livin', Now he caught up in the system, damn, this life unforgivin’. We was young, dumb, full of heat, no brakes, Now I ride solo, peace of mind at stake. (Hook) Fuck the fame, I just vibe with the truth, Late night loops, tryna spit it for the youth. Roll one deep, let the smoke kiss the moon, This a chill-ass tale, not a radio tune. (Verse 2) City lights blinkin', my thoughts run free, In a room full of noise, I'm just tryna find me. She said, "You always lost in your head," I said, "Better there than in a cell or dead." No cap, I’ve seen dreams collapse, From a bullet in the dark or a snake in the trap. But I keep my mind sharp, words cut like a blade, Tellin' stories from the shade, where the real ones stayed. Puffin’ on loud, beats low like confession, Rap like therapy, this booth my session. Ain’t no glam, just grams and pain, But I turn all that shit to champagne in the rain. (Hook) Fuck the fame, I just vibe with the truth, Late night loops, tryna spit it for the youth. Roll one deep, let the smoke kiss the moon, This a chill-ass tale, not a radio tune. (Outro – Spoken word style) Just me, this mic, and the truth that I bleed, Ain’t tryna lead the game — I just plantin' my seed. If you feel it, you feel it, if not, that’s cool, We just vibin' over stories from a blunt and a stool. --- Want a beat suggestion to match the vibe? Or want a cleaner version? I got you.