and I need my cigarettes, when I write your novelettes it抯 the same thing every time, pine and pray for your six-nine and I need one single truth cashin in your kissing booth it抯 the same thing anyway dream and doubt the day away today everybody knows it抯 you everybody blows it too oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah it抯 comin on strong hypnotizing me this long so long baby, yes i抦 gone (verse 2) could you be my wonder drug? could I be the one you dug? it抯 the same trip anytime, I can抰 see your sweet sublime and I need more cigarettes to fill up my confidence but it never really helps at all, you抮e still perfect on my wall