Cigs and Sunshine

Stamp out your fag butt,

As you roll another one,

Papers stuck together,

From the sweat upon your bum,

Shake out the last of the dust,

Frantically tryna find,

Just enough to roll it up,

This task is such a grind,

Fumble ’round in your Levi’s,

Searching for a flame,

Stolen your best pals lighter,

And you’ll never feel no shame.

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