And I need my cigarettes, when I write your novelettes It's the same thing every time, pine and pray for your six-nine And I need one single truth cashin in your kissing booth It's the same thing anyway Dream and doubt the day away today
Everybody knows it's you Everybody blows it too Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah It's comin on strong Hypnotizing me this long So long baby, yes I'm gone (verse 2)
Could you be my wonder drug? could I be the one you dug? It's the same trip anytime, I can't see your sweet sublime And I need more cigarettes to fill up my confidence But it never really helps at all, you're still perfect on my wall
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