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smokin

the shades are drawn,the tv is turned down low
guess what im doing,i think you know

im creeping from room to room,on the prowl
me, my stem ,and my wet dish towel

shhh,listen you hear that,oh its only that damn cat
no one say a single word,till i see what was that noise i heard

i step over the crawlers to get to my spot
i use my towel cause this mother fuckers hot

no i wont give you a hit to see
them old worn out saggy titties

no i dont need a stereo
leave me alone im tweeking dont you know

i spent my check my gold is all gone
my last hit im sharing with no one

front me a fifty,i will pay you double
to leave and come back is too much trouble

my cell is off,im on a binge
when im beat and broke it will end

then i will call so you can come get me
i stepped once more into the insanity

like a shadow out the corner of my eye
i never planned to get high

it just happens now and then
the crack called me once again
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