Texty:
Black Market Cigarettes

for bomer and this fix is for bradley this song is for winning losers it's for lucky substance abusers the ones who left their black marks on us

Your brains went black When she took back her love And put it out into the sun The birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were

Your brains went black When she took back her love And put it out into the sun The birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were

feel that I should kill wack Niggas that peel caps and that ill crap Bigger threat than you with your tec when I rip the set Niggas get smoked like a cigarette

shit! Apparition of a poltergiest Blessed with a heart but it's cold as ice And broken twice Now I walk with an axe Dressed in orange and black with

nigga gotta teach you some table manners Like Kokane said 'To all you suckers get your mother fucking Knuckles off the table mother fuckers' I smoke me a cigarette

A cigarette burns itself out in a crushed up co'cola can ashtray In front of a busted up old mirror Delilah Blue is checking out his tired sachet Getting

object in sight Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails The black market eats up all your failures Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets No pool, no pets, no cigarettes

in the corner of my eye But he dissappears like cigarette smoke In a cloud, then the rain comes, then the pain comes X marks the spot, graffitti marks