Ever again I can't shake this feeling I've got My dirty hands, have I been in the wars? The saddest thing that I'd ever seen We're smokers outside the
Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Cigarette smoker, cigarette smoke
She walks in stumbles out People talk that girl shouts Y'all say drink, she does shots Y'all get buzzed, she gets rocked On the floor she falls down
the smoke fest Why, why this is for my smokers My coke lovin' snorters My niggas stay flippin' quarters Uhh we smokers, we oughta Uhh, uhh, this is for my smokers
Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope on pointlessness The bulls are sedated and this fight's fixed Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats Gotta
This is an instrumental.
You eat dark meat Mister Richard Smoker You're a chicken choker Tonight you're gonna Let it all hang out Pantyhose and Aqua-Net Smokin' menthol cigarettes
them ever again I can?t shake this feeling I?ve got My dirty hands, have I been in the wars? The saddest thing that I?d ever seen Were smokers outside
She's a singer and I'm a smoker I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford I'm just smoking
I used to be a stereotype Half alive with half open eyes With a one track mind And a flawed design Feeling like I was lost At sea at only the age of
real smoker can tell, Only drink Gin when I fucks wit the liquor, And only smoke joints, I don't fuck wit the swisher, Stayed the night once, now she done smokin
place Just another story that you can't erase Dark clouds are moving in Dogs howl out in the wind Smoke rings drift over me Smoke rings are dreams Smoke
(written by leeroy thornhill aka longman) I'm the joker I'm the smoker
an opium smoker She light it with a red-hot poker She would never take a bath We would ask her, she'd just laugh because our momma was an opium smoker
Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting And still your cradle with no effort sways Where this monochromatic
on the porch smokin a mule den i go sit down pon' de centa', and fill it up this swisher, time 2 lick and roll ganja now smoke up, digest, cums the smoka
smoker) I'm sorry, but we're all unsure How much you've had but (We think that you oughta) maybe not have any more (Cigarette smoker) Cigarette smoke