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Lucky Strikes

I left a trail of Lucky Strikes on the way up to your room in case the sun went down, I'd find my way home. Now one and one half years have passed and

I had to work for my name to survive, damn Im lucky to be alive, The rooftops block any rain out Im in the booth and im letting all my pain out, I feel

the highway in a new Cadillac I had a fine fox in front, I had three more in the back They sporting short dresses, wearing spike-heel shoes They smoking Lucky Strikes

overcrowded Forthwith, pull out long fifths, extended clips Point the nozzle and shift your back disc Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin' write a new banger That strike

and I see right through him Yeah, we fuckin' tonight In the Duque, what he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky

take me out Deep south, my hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and

gets dark, it's like a nigga's havin' dreams All nightmares, the light dares to desert me Got me like everybody wants to hurt me Paranoid, so I strike

have you Tra, la, la, la, la We believe in pumpkins that turn into princesses And frogs that turn into prince, we believe in moons that smile to us When we hurry home before midnight strikes

shot a man named Gray And took his wife to Italy She inherited a million bucks And when she died it came to me I can't help it if I'm lucky People see