Smoke rings drift in the wind Looks like they're never coming back again A sideways street till we reach the end Wishing all the while that I'd never
Översättning: Screaming Trees. Smokerings.
Ever again I can't shake this feeling I've got My dirty hands, have I been in the wars? The saddest thing that I'd ever seen We're smokers outside the
to fear Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Cigarette smoker, I
She walks in stumbles out People talk that girl shouts Y'all say drink, she does shots Y'all get buzzed, she gets rocked On the floor she falls down
Che, vicio popular del cigarrillo, te dejo este cantar, por estar a vos esclavizado. Hoy. Uno más y otro más, cientos y miles. Millones
with that chocolate Tai Nah, nah, this is for my smokers My coke lovin' snorters My niggas flippin' quarters Uhh we smokers, we oughta Nah, nah, this is for my smokers
Wishes bounce me weightless The infrared scope on pointlessness The bulls are sedated and this fight's fixed Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats Gotta
This is an instrumental.
Biddley bah boo, biddley bah boo Biddley bah boo bow Mister Richard Smoker You're a poopy poker Chardonnay and cocaine In the spa Cigarettes and coffee
them ever again I can?t shake this feeling I?ve got My dirty hands, have I been in the wars? The saddest thing that I?d ever seen Were smokers outside
She's a singer and I'm a smoker I'm dragging it up all my extra store She was singing and I was smoking Saving butts all I can afford I'm just smoking
I used to be a stereotype Half alive with half open eyes With a one track mind And a flawed design Feeling like I was lost At sea at only the age of
go places, scared to show up wit me, They say I'm bad for they image, Oh well, I roll up another L, You thinkin' you got the bomb, a real smoker can
(written by leeroy thornhill aka longman) I'm the joker I'm the smoker
an opium smoker She light it with a red-hot poker She would never take a bath We would ask her, she'd just laugh because our momma was an opium smoker
Sing with me child as my ears are bleeding Dreams that have, now seemed so fleeting And still your cradle with no effort sways Where this monochromatic
