a very classy cigarette versuri

Versuri Yung Cloudy – a very classy cigarette lyrics

I take Xanies and they still don’t understand me
Cause I’m talking with a lisp like I’m tryna get my shit off
Give me her panies, I was tryna pass the Xanies
Now she talking crazy, crossing my name off her list like Rudolph
I don’t wanna live, I don’t wanna die either
If I was a god, I’d beat the Grim Reaper
Put it your hand, little bitch, I’m wide receiver
Pussy, steady talking, you better run it by me first

Chorus
I know that I’m the shit, so there’s no doubt
I wanna be the only reason that you go around town
Just to see me
The reason you’re bleeding and grieving
I’m not man enough [?] but you just breathing
Wanna-

All my friends are dead or on drugs, so did I do enough?
All I do is pay for my [?] I got a paper cut
Villainous intac, sip the yack, in a grim mask
Bag the syntax, six tabs in a gym bag
Rhyme like a curse, smoke burns, lungs in a spliff action
Catch you at the church, front, dump clips and gift wrap
Voices in my helmet tell me „[?] to call my [?]”
Like an anaconda, armed, crack of dawn
Carrying on a [?] to prom with a squad of [?] like Trigon
(Fuck)
Disappointing dad like „Why son?”
I can name a million different dyes I get high from
I can name a million different die or get high from

Backdrop masked and the cash box, laugh
While the last call flatlines and padlocks
Half dog, half ox, bars got a rash rot
Hand in the jam pot, tongue like a crackshot
You’re the type to break a heart like a coin toss
Smile like a crime scene wrapped in lip gloss
Every word curve like curse in the chaos
Cannabis wheels this beat was made shot
Uh- uh
Some Carbon rip into you, wish you where deader
Jabbed him with the mic, [?] to the leather
Every syllable’s a shift [?] shifting denim
Got a head full of lead [?] spills like Buraidah