[Intro]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
[Chorus]
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 bu*ter kisses
I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses
[Verse]
Okie dokie, alchy, keep it low-key like Thor, lil bro
Or he’ll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
I just opened up the pack, in an hour, I’ll ash my lucky
She just yelling “f** me”
Two weeks, she’ll be yelling, “f** me”
Tonight, she yelling, “f** me”
Two weeks, she’ll be yelling, “f** me”
Used to like orange ca**ette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
And Chuck E. Cheese’s pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would f**ing hug me
Oh, generation above me, yeah, I know you still remember me
[Refrain]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
[Verse 2]
I will smoke a little something but I don’t inhale
Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking how’s it going
Say the going gets well, go figure, Victor’s light skinned
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
God knows he’s a pro, he’s a pro like COINTEL
Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom
Let me know me well, I mean normally
You see Norma Jean wouldn’t kick it with Farmer Phil
But these kids these days, they get so high
Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, ’til they can’t feel
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
Rap Bill Bellamy, they shoulda never made it
Probably been dead or in jail
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
a**hole, absinthe up in that gla**
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
We’re brain dead, take a tug and then pa**, then pa**
[Bridge]
I think we all addicted
I think we all addicted, yeah
I think we all addicted
I think we all addicted
[Refrain]
Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
[Chorus]
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 bu*ter kisses
I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it’s dank
Cocoa bu*ter kisses, I miss my cocoa bu*ter kisses, yeah