6 Pack and Cigarettes

Haha, what up?

Nah, I didn't read the text you sent me

No, I'm not even drunk right now

Two, three, two, two, three beers

I don't know

I don't, I don't really give a fuck

I've got some cocaine and a bottle of gin

I'm really messed up and the club won't let me in

Now I'm walking around

I'm tagging the streets

Oh shit, I got to run

Here comes the police

Dip around the corner, now I'm outta breath

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

'Cause all my teachers told me I wouldn't amount to shit in my life

And all the girls tell me that I'm just a waste of their time

I'm doing shit that I know that I'm not supposed to do

Well, I just want to skateboard, get drunk, and kick it with you

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

'Cause now I'm sobering up, I need a fix or something

But I check my bank account and I ain't got nothing

Now I'm cutting my face with a broken bottle

I need to feel something, I know I got problems

In a bloody t-shirt and a Carhartt vest

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

'Cause I've been digging through my ashtray looking for something to light

Banging my head against the wall, I really think I'm losing my mind

And now my girlfriend dumped me, but, shit, that's alright

I really hated that chick, she just argued with me all night

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes