Pack-a-day smoker (Делит на бите, сука)
Ah-hah
Hello? Uh-hm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm smokin' cigarettes
Lungs turnin' fifty shades of grey
Boy, quit talkin' shit, without my confidence through that cocaine
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 has malfunctioned
Pussy boy, with all my killers, in the junction
Guarantee this not a ride, fuck your function
(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