Текст (слова) песни: Urban Dance Squad - Burnt Up Cigarette
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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