Urban Dance Squad - Burnt Up Cigarette lyrics

rate me

Yo gotta bad habit But you hit it Comin' down yo block So uplifted it Showed me yo nose bone, big trick Burn up yo nose, you little maggot Close to a faggot, you've bin Down the stations drugged in sexed again Bin yin 'n yang, doin' that thang Where it ends, a next bang Boom, I presume yo ego needed room Monkeys on yo back Couldn't stand alone yo doom Wanna be a rockstar, with two hands, Lies can't go now, you lost yo hand Hated normal people, hide with alter ego Woman 'n a child, so yo talked all cheap yo Say you wanna gonna run a thing soon Five years later, still howlin' at the moon Semi-anarchist, fond of cannabis, Should've helped you out the pits But your brain went sick Even on yo job, playin' like a slob Glory pops up Claimed to be top, sick of hard labour Got the vapours Push comes to show I went out like toiletpaper Got shank in yo hand For I was the man Wish yo were in front, you know yo never can Sad, sad, this boy got it bad Throw up a fit - it's me you wanna hit Picture that with a nikon camera, click I know you use people I know you use people