Cigarettes

Pack-a-day smoker (this is not an intelligent song)
Ah-hah
Hello? Uh-hm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm smoking cigarettes
Lungs turning 50 shades of gray
Boy, quit talking shit without my confidence, do that okay?
You can't stop my fist 'cause when that bitch go hit, make 808
Police on my dick, fuck that shit, hit his ass and get away
I want destruction, I think that my brain is malfunction
Pussy boy, with all my killers, in the junction
Guarantee this not a ride, fuck your punk shit
(This is the part where you die)

I want out, I want out, I want
I want out, I want out
I want out, I want out, I want
I want out, I want out