Tytuł: Burnt up cigarette

• Wykonawca: Urban Dance Squad
• Wyświetleń: 477

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