M  ove your hand away from my smokes
Y   ou gotta habit, your broke as a joke
M  ake your own money to support your habbit
A  nd dont think that when I'm not looking you can grab it
R  eal annoying to be at a party somewhere
L  osers cant afford their own smokes, do I care? 
B  uy your own pack stay away from mine
O  ver an over, can I bum one? you whine
R  emember that when my packs gone
O  utof smokes we'll both be, like an old country song
M  ake sure that when you have an addiction
E  nter your day with your own affliction
N  ever go to someones party empty handed
T  odays the day your own ciggarettes you've landed
H  ow annoying you are always bumming hits
O  n my mouth, on my ciggarette, it's the pitts
L  oser get a job and stop tapping into my pack
S  o remember if you take a smoke when I'm not looking, watch your back!                
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