I am a smoker
I start my every morning with a cigarette and a cup of tea
I dont know how long this day's gonna be
I power up myself with every puff i inhale
Every problem i bear slowly exhales
Dont wanna quit this , no i reall dont
And dont teĺl me to quit ,ik i wont
If you really care about me buy me cigarettes and show your love
Fuck about others im gonna smoke till the end
They say smokers are sure to die early
But you mf dont know what's killing me daily
Yeah ik im being killed slowly
But that feeling is better than dying daily
As i enhale the nicotine cloud slowly
I feel like im living the life , meant only for me
I dont wanna stop i just wanna keep going
Till my lungs give up and my brain stops
Yall mfs say it harms alot
But my thinking stops when i dont get the smoke.
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