We Smoke Fags - Eastenders | Текст песни

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• We Smoke Fags
• Eastenders

Too much money
Not enough intellect
You got bad ideas
and nothing to reflect
And you're smokin' cigarettes
on a dance around the east
this is your holy grail
and you are the priest

I sympathize I sympathize
with you
I made my mind, i made my mind
on you
I stood up, I was countin' the stats
and I was runnin'
and I've made up my mind on you

The vetting image
he will set you right
and the drugs you are doing
are all glamorized
with your shoot it ban
in your uniform
you got a single and a gram
but your two sits the form

I sympathize I sympathize
with you
I made my mind, I made my mind
on you
I stood up, I was countin' the stats
and I was runnin'
and I've made up my mind on you

Too much money
Not enough intellect
You got bad ideas
and nothing to reflect

I sympathize I sympathize
with you
I made my mind, I made my mind
on you
I stood up, I was countin' the stats
and I was runnin'
And I've made up my mind on you