Old 97S "Smokers" |
She's a singer, I'm a smoker Dragging up all my extra store She was singing, I was smoking Saving butts, all I can afford I'm just smoking up what I got heavy into Dragged it up, coughed it up Sat up wondering where you gone to All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn And called your name but you never came I'm just sitting up, it's late It's getting rough It's two o'clock. Black and white. Ceiling's got no good advice All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn And called your name but you never came Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |