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Wrinkled sheets, rental beds,
Some damp street, neon spreads,
Cigarettes heat women’s breath and stain their tips in red.

Outside: ten degrees,

young
And invincible

At twenty one we were on our own
Chasing them girls and writing them songs
We blew the roof off all those garbage bars

Playing

dread when they saw me on TV with Jesse Jagz
If this song no sweet let Anchorman George
Took some words outta my brain where they lodge
Me I'm not one

That party sucked
And everybody knows
It was a warehouse full of teenagers
All wearing fancy clothes
Smoking cigarettes out by the toilets
Under

regret?
Find they-self at the end of the edge
Flicking cigarettes
Ain't no time to recollect
Dave got us figured yet
Move in on the bigger bets
You ain't

songs
She smokes a cigarette, and she tries to forget
And she tries not to regret a single step
Cause she knows that, all the blood n sweat
Was worth it,

in a vacuum
But Some of y'all Sound like it though
So uhh how do you want your eggs I'd like them fucked up
I'd say uhh fuck the artist and just fuck

A cigarette, a good woman, and a real cheap whiskey
Daddy called his demons out by name
If you kiss one of them it just might kill
If the first don't

yeah (Yeah, when I'm asleep, yeah)
Watches me when I'm asleep, yeah (Yeah)
(I'm by myself)

Red wine and cigarette light (Oh)
(Oh, I get really anxious

Someone falls asleep every night
With a dream of you on their pillow
I know you have to go
I just want you to know
Toss your cigarette, hug me

Walking by the boulevard in the middle of the night
Looking high all the time full of sighs tell me why
Feeling kinda low always thinking about

chains and singing my songs
I like the way your lips say the words the that I wrote
We puff and puff the cigarettes until the days gone
Got myself a Ouija

One good song against the wave of shit
Two cigarettes, I forgot I quit
Tornado alley is talking a drive
Across the ocean to the european continent

Cigarette & liquor-stained abodes                      
Has for far too long been my home
Blonds brunettes & ravens & red-heads
Sweet companions

been written for us all along
I don't need to think to know
Oh, I don't need to think to know
And this is just enough for me to write a song
I love you

Cigarette & liquor-stained abodes                      
Has for far too long been my home
Blonds brunettes & ravens & red-heads
Sweet companions

arguments fueled by cheap wine

Chorus
So let it rain and let it pour
And I’ll head back towards the door
But all I ever wanted was to hear you say
Take me

Intoxicated on coffee and cigarettes
Astonished by the lack of emptiness
My head is a frozen lake
Finally solid and opaque

Watch the cats turning

Waiting for a change in lights
Red so i can stop
Exhaust fumes warm with the taste
Of your skin humming in time
Cold seats, cigarette smoke
Ash on my

Play On

Kottonmouth Kings

Royal Highness

1998

play on, play on

Now I woke up this morning and I thought about Hoss
Smoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawers
Threw on some Dickies and I

thinking they a goat. It’s not what a nigga have, but what a nigga know. I wonder when the world will stop caring. Tired of being harassed by theses Toms

Let me buy you a drink
And I promise this you will not regret 

Half a dozen songs had gone by
Had to make a move and sound sly 
Never was any good

Sitting in the kitchen listening to the radio.
Hoping they don't play our favorite song on our favorite late-night show.
But I'm not thinking about

more round, 
one more round before we go

Let’s have another cigarette
Another glass of cuban rum
While we listen to another
song by Elton John

Pacino