It's another pack of cigarettes, another glass of wine And I'm still lonely, for you Another night pretendin' you were just another song The melody
번역: 로빈스, 마티. 담배 또 다른 팩.
bear the sight of lipstick On the cigarettes there in the ashtray Lyin' cold the way you left 'em But at least your lips caressed them while you packed
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn Y'all niggers intellect mad slow, y'all fags know Claimin' you bangin', you flamin' Bet you could light your own cigarette
You think you know, but you have no idea This is the diary of a breathing onomanopia Now here's another broken link for anyone Who thinks my life's together
Let's have a six pack of beer Sit and watch the walls disappear And we'll laugh and talk for hours Oh, baby, you get me high Let's smoke a pack of cigarettes
a wannabe thug nigga, you ain?t bugged nigga I cut your bitch-ass up, leave your legs under the rug nigga Who want the whiplash? cigarette burns Broken
so I creep slow duece fo homies know I just cant claim so I stay neutral pack me some ammo and a fothamukin fo fo cant pack a piece too often end up having another
doll Don't that sound like a real man I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and lead Well, it's half past ten, another six pack in
All she left me was some whiskey And these funny cigarettes she rolled It must have been her main intention To watch our dreams go up in smoke It's another
it even, but I ain't going down easy 'Cause my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette
I wrote her name and address on the back of a cigarette pack I didn't know then that I'd never be goin' back the ferry was leaving when we pulled up to
one Christmas I never dreamed that it would be his last I wish mom had rung my neck when she caught me with those cigarettes Which reminds me, I'm down to my last pack
re hands of gold Rising from a pyramid To take you where the pharaohs live Neatly pack its sleek design Glossy pamphlet, neon sign Borrowed like a cigarette
Ford And I don't guess that it'll run But I left a pack of Winston's on the dash Could you fetch 'em for me son? The morning's first cigarette, that'
Call the folks, leave a note, lock the Doors and windows Pack the truck, here's to luck Here?s to how the wind blows Now lose the map and compass Now
Another whiskey night and many more to go. Another drunken high.(and this time you've really lost your mind) And it keeps getting worse as things were
into da mound aint nuttin but killas up in da dark I'm creepin with the hatchet with slicin bodyparts in da park moon full of blood could it be another
