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