Up past midnight Wonder where this life could go Even my fortuneteller Said she'd rather me not know Right now
Sunday morning Wonder how hard it can get Something bad is coming Light my lucky cigarette
We We're so lost We're so lost We We're so lost We're so lost
Bad news breaking 'Bout my cousin back at home They said his lungs are blackened Should have never let him smoke (smoke)
Now the judge says murder 'Cause he'll never understand (never understand) I'm not my brother's keeper Keep his blood off of my hands (blood off of my hands)
We We're so lost We're so lost We We're so lost We're so lost
Knocking at my door She said she wanted more And though you're not my type I'll let you stay the night
Knocking at my door She said she wanted more Though I'm not your type You're my Lucky Strike (Three, two)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
