Cigarettes

Now tell me what it is, it isn't fair Cause I'm wasting time, but it isn't my heart It isn't my fault. And every situation understands, well The anecdote of chasing the location to your door, Yeah yeah? da da? Cause I'm wasting time, now I'm wasting

got my headlights shining down an old dirt road smoke my cigarettes i should quit, i know the radio's playing old country songs someone's leaving someone's cheating on and on i think i might like the quiet nights of this empty life 'cause someday may

Folding clothes in separate piles Across our bed and on the side We say goodbye and then she sighs And falls asleep while we wait for her ride She left her clarinet and poem Not that she'll need it where she's gone Cus she'll go and then she'll come

Fort Minor - Cigarettes ★ Man I love this rap game Mainly cuz its cool To add a little spice to the life you've been through Everyone exaggerates a tiny little bit To make that shit sound more gangster than it really is You cant appear weak man We wa