Burnt Up Cigarette Lyrics - Persona Non Grata - Urban Dance Squad

Yo gotta bad habit 

But you hit it 

Comin' down yo block 

So uplifted it 

Showed me yo nose bone, big trick 

Burn up yo nose, you little maggot 

Close to a faggot, you've bin 

Down the stations drugged in sexed again 

Bin yin 'n yang, doin' that thang 

Where it ends, a next bang 

Boom, I presume yo ego needed room 

Monkeys on yo back 

Couldn't stand alone yo doom 

Wanna be a rockstar, with two hands, 

Lies can't go now, you lost yo hand 

Hated normal people, hide with alter ego 

Woman 'n a child, so yo talked all cheap yo 

Say you wanna gonna run a thing soon 

Five years later, still howlin' at the moon 

Semi-anarchist, fond of cannabis, 

Should've helped you out the pits 

But your brain went sick 

Even on yo job, playin' like a slob 

Glory pops up 

Claimed to be top, sick of hard labour 

Got the vapours 

Push comes to show 

I went out like toiletpaper 

Got shank in yo hand 

For I was the man 

Wish yo were in front, you know yo never can 

Sad, sad, this boy got it bad 

Throw up a fit - it's me you wanna hit 

Picture that with a nikon camera, click 

I know you use people 

I know you use people