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Thin Script

Track 12 from the 2015 release ‘Cigarette Kisses, Death Wishes’, available now on Blah Records.
https://blahrecords.bandcamp.com/album/cigarette-kisses-death-wishes

Produced by 19.thou$and (r.i.p)

 LYRICS

Black coffee, peel me off the couch/
Skipping stones in the oceans of her mouth, back up off me/
All my cards used for dicing coca/
Living life like so what? Sprinkle xanny crumbs on top the donut, huh?/ 
My best friend’s Saggy, my girl a 91’/
I lie to my mother but she still loves her son/
And she still thinks I’m brilliant…/
And shit, once I patent this watermelon I’ll make a killing/
I’m just a stupid useless human producing music/
I ain’t even write the lyrics Garbage Man do it/
I been around like 10 years and now I’m thirsty/
Probably won’t live to 30 (O LORD HAVE MERCY)/
Treat me like a genius, getting stoned like Jesus/
Break my bones to pieces, shouts to Polo fleeces/
Shouts to MiCon, shouts to all the couples getting gritty with the lights on/
Closing shutters like Nikon’s/

HOOK

What up, what up baby? Smoke that good good/
But I don’t wanna talk about it/
Yaw/
I just wanna put these blue tinted shades on say ‘fuck yall’/
Cuz I don’t wanna talk about it/
Yaw/ 
What up, what up baby? Smoke that good good/
But I don’t wanna talk about it/
Yaw/
I just wanna put these blue tinted shades on say ‘fuck yall’/
Cuz I don’t wanna talk about it/


V 2

Im like mad gritty, yo, Brad Pitt-y, smack a bitty like/
Wheres my money? Let’s get packed up for Sydney/
It’s the week-end (shit) and my phone always beepin’/
My girl in the other room sleepin’ dressed in sheep skin/
Blue rare steak, aint it great living/
Chardonnay sippin’, hot tub full of women at the crib and we still/
Playing poker with dogs, smoking cigars/
Looking through a telescope at the stars like they’re ours/
And I don’t really care for much but China glass and tight asses/
I can see it on her face like Jackie Onassis/
It’s been too long, put my bubble goose on/
And hit the first flight to whatever planet you on/
This my new song, this my cool song/
This my ‘let me fuck you in the foyer with ya shoes on bitch!’/
I should have my crew on this, bitch/
Got you attached like a new born is/

HOOK

What up, what up baby? Smoke that good good/
But I don’t wanna talk about it/
Yaw/
I just wanna put these blue tinted shades on say ‘fuck yall’/
Cuz I don’t wanna talk about it/
Yaw/ 
What up, what up baby? Smoke that good good/
But I don’t wanna talk about it/
Yaw/
I just wanna put these blue tinted shades on say ‘fuck yall’/
Cuz I don’t wanna talk about it/



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