Tobacco

[Verse 1]
No AC no heat no
Metal on my 22 is ice cold
Watch all these reds fuckin' burn slow
This ain't a life I would strive for
This ain't nothing I would die for
There ain't many live I would cry for
Way too many issues I get high for
I just want something I would die for

[Verse 2]
Trading mama's pie for tobacco
Out the house in the El Camino
Too far from the south that's a no go
Let off a couple shots let em fuckin know
Gettin' real rowdy from the underground
Fuck 99, I pave my own route
Me and 22 gettin' too loud
I'm sure you want over here on this side
Shuttin all the gates off to this side
Launchin' this shit off like its '69
Houston hope we got no problems this time
832 to the moon
This shuttle ain't got no fuckin' room
832 to the moon
There ain't no more fuckin' room