Lyrics:
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes
My mama think I stank
I
cassette. I would come by after work. I worked as a drug store clerk. I would bring him cigarettes, and listen to the black cassette, listen to the black
Speaking in third person
Trying to forget
What am I gonna do
With your last cigarettes
All your old records
All your old cassettes?
You hit
had saved
And my sister's two cassettes
The Dead from Fillmore East
And Otis Redding's Greatest Hits
Coffee and Cigarettes
As simple as it gets
on my thigh, riding in your corvette
Running at night, smoking on a cigarette
Your kisses taste like coffee
Coffee and cassettes
Sunrise
Your fingers
light.
Make your exit.
This is your last communication,
Cassette conversations.
Cassette conversations.
Making your final observation,
Cassette
Hey anybody got a cigarette?
Has anybody got a cigarette
Haven't you declared a disaster zone
Ho! Your car is a total wreck
And I just can't go
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
I miss
Tonight they're closing up the world
N'sweeping smoke from cigarettes
And what is that
Funky multi-national anthem rocking from a thousand
King Kong
Pack up your rubber duck
I'd like to wish you luck
Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes
Pack all your clothes away
Your rubber hose away
Cockroaches and the cigarettes
You got the
Soul searchers and the hot cassettes
You got the
Mind nurtures and the life roulette
Tell me bout your life until you
remains
is just some lipstick on a cigarette
a number with your name
your favourites songs on cassette tapes
do
Cause every artist has to have that sort of like ..."
I strolled into town on a Friday night
Another lonely town
Did I mention that it's a brand
When you hear the
Flip the cassette
Striking matches and I'm smoking cigarettes
Putting on the kettle, playing a cassette
Folding up the papers rubbing my eyes
Thinking of all that
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I, in a small cafe
Then a stranger came along
And everything went wrong
Now there's three cigarettes in
You were a whip around town
Tinted windows down
Alabama bound
Dixieland delight
You were a summer silhouette
A Sunday cigarette
A hand me
This ain't serious (no)
This will make you delirious
If we didn't buss (never)
Every artist woulda 'fraid of us
Again, this ain't serious (no)
This
silhouette, all lit up by your cigarette
Sing out your threat, yea sing it like a string quartet
Spew out your song,
Industrial Cassette
Born to consume,
as you ever did
Tonight's about as good as it gets
Slow burning like a cigarette
Spinning like an old cassette in daddy's Chevy like it's 1997 again
Bitch I dont smoke cigarettes
Cuz it dont make me high
I dont fuck with Brooklyn Nets
Cuz Im not Kevin Durant
I dont have much for that
Man you
Two cigarettes in an ashtray
My love and I, in a small cafe
Then a stranger came along
And everything went wrong
Now there's three cigarettes in
Calculating all the sums
Menthol-tipped cigarettes
Music on compact cassettes
Hallelujah to me and you
A constant sense of déjà vu
Blessings fall onto us all
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