NEED A CIG Songtext
von holottacheese

I need a fucking cig I′m fucking itching for it
I got a 40 in my pocket
Finger itching on it
I been fucked up for so long I don't know where it started
Every time I try to find my way I get broken hearted
Was it trauma or the drugs? I don′t know who to blame
I abuse them like myself I'm treating us the same
I got major pain, I'm not Major Payne
I just been to war and back I′m stationed in my brain
Every time I′m fucking happy I just feel insane
I can't help I like to tote I should′ve joined a gang
I should've joined the seals
The way I′m walking bitches down and I love how it feels
I'm really fucking nice... when I′m off the meds
When he ask me if I'm good I say more or less


I can't lol him in the eyes and tell him how I feel
I just look away don′t say shit just to keep it real
Bitch I′m fucking crazy
But I try my best
I got beef inside my body hatred in my chest
I got Oxy, Codeine, Molly I don't fucking sell
I be stingy with my drugs keep em′ to myself
I just do them all alone in my fucking room
I be bored as fuck so I don't know what else to do

I need a fucking cig I′m fucking itching for it
I got a 40 in my pocket
Finger itching on it
I been fucked up for so long I don't know where it started
Every time I try to find my way I get broken hearted
Was it trauma or the drugs? I don′t know who to blame
I abuse them like myself I'm treating us the same
I got major pain, I'm not Major Payne
Every time I′m fucking happy I just feel insane