Ma**y Ferguson - Idle Threats And Cigarettes lyrics

You had the weight of a paper airplane Wide eyed naive and green Should have never messed with Chasity Johnson You probably got kicked in the teeth Well I didn't know your story was so tragic To think you were born on new year's eve Now looking for your shot a redemption With that stain on your name Who knows the murmurings of the grape vine Amazonian hourgla** babe Pulled you close you thought you could kiss her now She yelled till she was blue in the face You could have been every girl's hero Crowd of cronies standing by We made our way back home in the rain now You would have got kicked in the sweets Well I didn't know your story was so tragic To think you were born on new year's eve Now looking for your shot a redemption With that stain on your name On the way home you said that this story That we'd laugh about it some day Pretty sure I got past that now They all said you were to blame Well I didn't know your story was so tragic To think you were born on New Year's eve Now looking for your shot a redemption With that ice in your veins Well I didn't know Well, we talked all night with police over those Idle threats and cigarettes Talked all night over those Idle threats and cigarettes