6 Pack and Cigarettes

Haha, what up?
Nah, I didn't read the text you sent me
No, I'm not even drunk right now
Two, three, two, two, three beers
I don't know
I don't, I don't really give a ****

I've got some cocaine and a bottle of gin
I'm really messed up and the club won't let me in
Now I'm walking around
I'm tagging the streets
Oh shit, I got to run
Here comes the police
Dip around the corner, now I'm outta breath
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

'Cause all my teachers told me I wouldn't amount to shit in my life
And all the girls tell me that I'm just a waste of their time
I'm doing shit that I know that I'm not supposed to do
Well, I just want to skateboard, get drunk, and kick it with you

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

'Cause now I'm sobering up, I need a fix or something
But I check my bank account and I ain't got nothing
Now I'm cutting my face with a broken bottle
I need to feel something, I know I got problems
In a bloody t-shirt and a Carhartt vest
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes

'Cause I've been digging through my ashtray looking for something to light
Banging my head against the wall, I really think I'm losing my mind
And now my girlfriend dumped me, but, shit, that's alright
I really hated that chick, she just argued with me all night

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes
I need a 6-pack and some cigarettes