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.