2 Packs by Tytuus Lyrics

[intro]
Yo, two packs of smokes
Two packs of, no not those ones, the red ones
The fuckin

[Verse 1: Tytuus]
Two packs of smokes we laugh and joke about the cancer
Strip club rappers actin' broke around the dancers
Six deep stumble up to the piano like here's a little song I learned from a girl in Louisiana
It goes don't walk into that sweet light
Unless you're ready for a street fight
[?] plays, man rewrites
Short skirts and knee highs
All rise and stalemate
She never wanted to be nothin' more than jail bait

Pale face, I see ghosts every day
Its a snail race or just notes on a page
I'm late
But I ain't show up to play
I just showed up to die and you're in my way
Okay
Two, two packs of
Two packs

[Verse 2: Toxic]
I might've just walked out on a check
She hate me when I'm faded, only love me cause I left
These young and overrated, its whiskey on his breath
He's on his way to hell, somebody come clean his mess
Just some words on a page, I hope those feelins died
With everything that changed, comes nothin on the side

You feeling empty lately, ain't you
I feel the same
Well unless I'm high or drunk, and I guess that's everyday
This feel like confusion, this feel like a damn movement
This feel like a new life, this feel like I'm not losin'
This feel like the world pussy, this turned into not music
This turn into bad thoughts, about God and my dad using
Fuck

I need two boxes, bitch

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