20 cigarettes

20 cigarettes and I lit me one
On that redwood deck on Demonbreun
She was with her friends, left 'em standing there
There was more than smoke in that summer air
We burned two while she told me 'bout her hometown
She was drinking Tito's said I better slow down
I was like, "Hell, nah, I ain't drinking by myself, nah"
Said she loved my accent, so I kept talking
Reached for the pack on the table by my wallet
We tore off to light the night we had left
With 13 cigarettes and I lit me one
With the windows cracked in my old half ton
Singing, "Take me home, " on them country roads
So I turned off on one, then next thing you know
We had a beer bottle looking like an ashtray
Under that full moon, she was 'bout halfway
Naked in my truck bed so I helped her with the rest
She was saying my name, barely even knew it
We were both lying, said we never do this
To the music of the wind through the woods
It was probably somewhere around two
In the morning by the time we got down to
That lucky cigarette, laying on our backs
We were out of breath, we both took a drag
Blew it in the sky, she was gone like that
One hell of a night, one hell of a pack 

Country-trap beat with acoustic guitar loops, 808s, slow hi-hats—crossover with southern voice bounce, male