Up past midnight
Wondering where this life could go
Even my fortuneteller
Said that she’d rather me not know
Right now
Sunday morning
Wonder how hard it can get
Something bad is coming
Light my lucky cigarette
We were so lost
We’re so lost
We were so lost
We’re so lost
Bad news breaking
‘Bout my cousin back at home
They said his lungs are blackened
Should have never let him smoke (smoke)
My dad screams murder
‘Cause he’ll never understand (never understand)
I’m not my brother’s keeper
Keep his blood off of my hands (blood off of my hands)
We were so lost
We’re so lost
We were so lost
We’re so lost
Knocking at my door
She said she wanted more
Though you’re not my type
I’ll let you stay the night (night)
Knocking at my door
She said she wanted more
No I’m not your type
You’re my Lucky Strike
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