Lucky Strike - Berhana

Up past midnight

Wonder where this life could go

Even my fortune teller

Said she’d rather me not know right now

Sunday morning

Wonder how hot it could get

Something bad is comin', light my lucky cigarette

We

We’re so lost, we’re so lost

We

We’re so lost, we’re so lost

Bad news breaking

Bout my cousin back at home

They said his lungs had blackened

Should have never let him smoke

Now the judge says murder

'Cause he’ll never understand

I’m not my brother’s keeper, keep his blood off of my hands

We

We’re so lost, we’re so lost

We

We’re so lost, we’re so lost

Knockin' at my door

She said she wanted more

And though you’re not my type

I’ll let you stay the night

Knockin' at my door

She said she wanted more

And though I’m not your type

You’re my Lucky Strike