Unstookie Titled

You smoke your cigarette down to the bone
and since you vowed to back it and you're too proud to sack it
You have to carry on, on your own
You think you had it under control
Best foot forward, don't look back no more
Break your heart and torment your soul

They sold my name after they stole my shame
Sold my name ah yeah
Tumbled my game, tumbled their game
Tablet sized brains

You smoke your cigarette down to the bone
Best not to mention you're craving attention
love from fame like blood from a stone
Too busy to notice that you'd throne
Turn to dust, there's no one left to trust
last chance and your mind will go

Suppose my name, suppose it came
and they sold my shame yeah...
Suppose it came and I tumbled their game
Tablet-sized brain

But is it really such a sin though?
It's one and the same