Burnt Up Cigarette lyrics
Yo gotta bad habit
But you hit it
Comin' down yo block
So uplifted
it
Showed me yo nose bone, big trick
Burn up yo nose, you little
maggot
Close to a faggot, you've bin
Down the stations drugged in sexed
again
Bin yin 'n yang, doin' that thang
Where it ends, a next
bang
Boom, I presume yo ego needed room
Monkeys on yo back
Couldn't
stand alone yo doom
Wanna be a rockstar, with two hands,
Lies can't go
now, you lost yo hand
Hated normal people, hide with alter ego
Woman 'n
a child, so yo talked all cheap yo
Say you wanna gonna run a thing
soon
Five years later, still howlin' at the moon
Semi-anarchist, fond
of cannabis,
Should've helped you out the pits
But your brain went
sick
Even on yo job, playin' like a slob
Glory pops up
Claimed
to be top, sick of hard labour
Got the vapours
Push comes to show
I
went out like toiletpaper
Got shank in yo hand
For I was the
man
Wish yo were in front, you know yo never can
Sad, sad, this boy got
it bad
Throw up a fit - it's me you wanna hit
Picture that with a nikon
camera, click
I know you use people
I know you use people
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