Uploaded February 2025 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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Mitchell & The Dubs Cartel - Smoke Signals & Cheap Thrills

Woke up in a lawn chair, sand in my jeans,
Last thing I remember, I was chasin’ a dream.
Bottle in my left hand, spliff in my right,
Pretty little thing said she’d stay for the night—
But she gone... like my last twenty bucks,
Now I’m skippin’ town, guess I ran outta luck.

Ohhh, I hear the sirens singin’ my name,
Ohhh, but I never play that game…

Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.

Met a rasta man said, “Boy, you look lost,”
Told me ‘bout Jah, then he stole my sauce.
Bought a ticket south, but the train broke down,
So I’m thumbin’ rides with a dog and a clown.
Got a tattoo from a dude in a van,
Spelled it wrong but—man, I’m a fan!

Ohhh, I hear the waves call my name…
Ohhh, but they never sound the same…

Smoke signals, cheap thrills, runnin’ from the law,
One step ahead, but I’m bound to fall.
No money, no plan, just a song in my head,
Live fast, love loud, wake up half-dead.

They say “slow down”—I say “why?”
The reaper got a ticket but he waitin’ in line…
Roll me up, let me float like a kite,
I’ll be back when the stars burn bright…

Yeahhh… cheap thrills…
Oooohhh… no regrets, no refills…