Lighters

from Bloodclaat II by NapsNDreds

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lyrics

(Verse)
I sit alone in my 4 corner room
Staring at candles
Off the booze
Quarter to two
Don't be short with my bread
You ain't Lorna Doone
Don't assume and make an ass out of you and whom
End up donkey of the day
Ask Charlamagne the craziest people come from Florida man (and the Bronx)
Don't be dodging me sorta like Tommy Lasorda
Whatchu want the Tommy or the sawed off
Check for me
We in the lobby of the Wardoff
Don't play with me
You see them hands like Balrog
Remember him that black boxer from

Street Fighter
Don't trust a nigga who steals your lighter
And I know where you stay
I can still find you

(Hook)
I was searching all day for my lighter
And I can't find one
I asked one of my homies why he's so quiet
I think he stole my Bic
We all got that one that's known to be foul
Your homie
That always wanna smoke and freestyle
Joke and be wild
Like I don't see what's happening
Low key your tactics was blatant
(check your pockets)
You using matches to keep the flame lit
Where's my lighter
It was taken (taken)

(Verse)
Yo
Y'all better know bout him
When they say it's go time
I'm about to go Mach Ten
I mean Mack Ten
If you don't like when I point it at your face
Then give it back then
I'm gonna act this way
Now I'm lighting blunts on the stove
They only cost a dollar though (I know that)
But I ain't running to the store
You know the one that's like a torch
Search your shorts
Retrace your steps
Reverse your course
Man I was like one of your momma's sons
The first nigga to put you onto some Obama runtz

You a cleptomaniac
Act first before your brain reacts
That's a known illness
I ain't the sole witness
Yo, how you steal things and don't even know you did it (how you do that)

Check your pockets man

(Hook)
I was searching all day for my lighter
And I can't find one
I asked one of my homies why he's so quiet
I think he stole my Bic
We all got that one that's known to be foul
Your homie
That always wants to smoke and freestyle
Joke and be wild
Like I don't see what's happening
Low key your tactics was blatant

You using matches to keep the flame lit
Where's my lighter
It was taken (taken)