Smoke in the Cheap Seats with You

Well, they told me just what I should do, so I told them all to go for a screw.

Off of my case. I needed my space, in a good place.

So I, smoke in the cheap seats with you, and we smoke for those that haven’t a clue.

They wear their bling like we care. They can shove it up their derrière.

I can’t take the pace. I want to look at your face, not run the rat race.

So I, smoke in the cheap seats with you, and we smoke for those that haven’t a clue.

Just between you and I. This world makes me cry.

But come what may, after sharing a jay, this day is okay.

So 1, smoke in the cheap seats with you, and we smoke for those that haven’t a clue.

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