[Chorus] It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do Once in a while, but between me and you It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool It's just like a cigarette, it's something that I do Over and over, but between me and you It's just like a cigarette, nobody's really fooled I don't want the truth, I wanna feel fucking cool We don't believe the words, we just love the way they sound They're acting like we're idiots, they're lying to our face Maybe we are idiots, we buy it anyway I'm running out to get the next rapper's CD Just sucking up the guns, drugs, and misogyny The same way that I suck up all the stories when I breathe That little bit of death, supposedly cancer free And everything they say's got the truth twisted up And twisted up's what I want, man, I can't get enough 'Cause even though we know it's all just a big bluff We just light another up, what, we don't give a fuck
Before I left, I told Ram, Bhaiyya, do paan lagaana . (Please wrap two paans for me.) He smiled and his hands proceeded to do their dance: swooping two dripping leaves from a bucket of water, smearing them with slaked lime and catechu, the quick opening and shutting of a few containers, and the twirl of fingers sealing it all up in a small triangle
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Sydney Sweeney has great big discolored spots on her teeth campaign.) The rich and famous embrace a vice that lets them be a little bit naughty without a cocaine-esque scandal
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