Pack-a-day smoker This is not an intelligent song (Дeлиt нa биte, cyka) Ah-hah Hello? (Like sometimes) Uh-hm (like, you know) Yeah, yeah (Yeah, you might know) yeah, yeah (If you know, then you know) yeah, yeah (But I don't, but still) yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, I'm smokin' cigarettes, lungs turnin' fifty shades of grey Boy, quit talkin' shit re-found my confidence do that cocaine You can't stop my fist 'cause when that bitch gon' hit, make 808 Police on my dick, fuck that shit, hit his ass and get away I want destruction I think that my brain has malfunctioned Pussy boy, with all my killers, in the junction Guaranteed to start a riot for your punk shit (This is the part where you die) I want out, I want out, I want I want out, I want out I want out, I want out, I want I want out, I want out