Cig in the Breeze

Looking at me Talking to me Touching on me Waiting on me Waiting on the line A response were we always in my head? I can see the salt on your forehead Reppin' the breath of the livin' dead Knock me out I am in my head You can't see the wood for the trees You're for the birds and the bees love I'm going back into my head Your talk is cheap Theatrics weak Piss off and give your balls a wear Staring at the waves And the singin' lanes I can see the bounce of the sun rays I just wanna be in my head Lookin' at the cracks in your top lip Sittin' and I wannabe worse mate Couldn't give a rat's in my head Smug is enough Fuckin' it up A cig in the breeze with no light You'd wanna get out of your head Your talk is cheap Theatrics weak Piss off and give your balls a wear [Background arguing] Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Shut up Piss off and give your balls a wear