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oegdlo - lucky's lyrics

[intro: geo]
lit cig between my middle and my index
only started ’cause the nerves feel a bit tense
heartbeat loves accelerating ’til its intense
the brown plant gives a sick sense

[verse 1: efsee]
where the f-ck is the gas station? i need another pack
i think i’m walter white ’cause my cancer’s back
i’m smokin’ one right now, f-ck, i feel this cig
it’s been a month since i don’t do this sh-t i’m goin’ crazy
my lungs are toasted as my skin color is
knock knock, who the f-ck is this? please lemme breathe
we been together for a while, we good fellas
we go everywhere and get f-cked up that’s our relax

[interlude: geo]
the headaches when i leave you are so painful
you with some alcohol are always tasteful
you’re the only thing that remains faithful
however, after a while, everything becomes distasteful

[verse 2: efsee]
so, get in the car i got my sh-t in the back
got a prize, i gotta deal with that
my fam never lets me die, he’s a crack
peace and love bro, don’t forget about flav
by the way, i don’t want another brand of cigs
i want my lucky’s soft or bold is the same thing
whatever of those go perfect with my skin
whatever, i’m a f-ckin’ chameleon, i can make it much with anything

[hook: geo]
all these packs come back to me and they all say lucky strike
they all say lucky strike
they all say lucky strike
all these packs come back to me and they all say lucky strike
they all say lucky strike
they all say lucky strike

[verse 3: efsee]
all these girls around me don’t know my intentions
explain me what the f-ck is this, a hoes convention?
i am the priest with the best ceremonies
i can smoke more in a day than jonnie ramonie
i am feeling like a mad man from the 60s
left hand cigarette, right hand whisky
no ice
they’re tellin’ me something, but f-ck that
just came back from the dead like she’s comin out
and now i will p-ss by, and i p-ss out
and now it’s gettin’ loud like this beat
she got talent, she movin’ like a f-ckin’ angel
she a danger
i look at the floor
nose so white, and very f-cked, they came even from a bar code
i’m sayin’ no just to kick off, but i’m fine
i think it’s time to go paint a new one
what about someone f-ckin’ perfect
old school sh-t for a new millennium guy
i got enough money for that sh-t so don’t make me repeat again, alright?
i think they’re gonna be with me for the rest of my life
there are those girls, f-ck those
who needs a wife, when i got my lucky’s
the respiration, good bye to frustration
f-ck you irritation, h-llo derivation
we gonna k!ll this beat you and efsee
hey, we just created a hot song in the middle of the winter as you can see

[verse 4: geo]
i’m in the middle of the station with my boy flav
smoking so many cigs, i can feel it in my calves
ending everything, ’cause we always split in halves
go inside ’cause we need another f-cking pack
tobacco ruins the lungs
so many shots, we speak in tongues
and i’m not talkin’ about guns
this sh-t hurtin’ from the stomach to the gums
got more whiskey, lemme need some lucky strikes
out of breath, like we just went for a f-cking hike
out of breath, like we just f-cked a pair of dyk-s
plus, there’s not really an end to this always tight
bought so many packs and our bottles are f-cking empty
lucky strikes, there’s never been plenty
probably got lung cancer and i’m not even twenty
still gonna go until these packs go f-cking empty

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