Cellophane - Corey Smith

Cellophane

The front pocket of my blue jeans

A little fire and a little green

Enough to make me king

On a Friday night

In a trailer off of Dry Pond Road

Where me and the boys would go to get loaded

And hide out from the law

Whoa, it was just a weekend thing

A little help for the alcohol

It was no big deal

Was just a weekend thing

Sleep it off on the couch

And don’t get behind the wheel

Break it out, I want a taste

What you got in that cellophane?

Cellophane

A bunch of kids

Same feather, same kinda cool

We dropped out of the Sunday school

And made up our own rules

For a few good years

Before the cops came sniffin' round

Before they took our dope man down

And good shit got hard to find

Oh, when it was just a weekend thing

Some compliments for the alcohol

It was no big deal

Just a weekend thing

Sleep it off on the couch

And don’t get behind the wheel

Break it out, I want a taste

What you got in that cellophane?

Cellophane

Cellophane

Cellophane

A handful of perscription pills

Well, that’s when the shit got real

They say those things can kill

Well, I know first-hand

A phonecall that bent my knees

His momma wouldn’t look at me

Like she thought I was to blame

Well, maybe I was

Maybe I din’t try hard enough

I told him he outta kick that stuff

I guess we shoulda known right from the start

Oh, but it was just a weekend thing

A little help for the alcohol

It was no big deal

It was just a weekend thing

Now there’s no way of sleepin' off

The hurt I feel

Break it out, I want a taste

What you got in that cellophane?