My friend sells camel packs
Keeps cartons in his RV
I can't smoke his cigars
So I'm stuck here smokin' crack
I don't want to quit
I don't have self control
It's not smoking what you want
It's wanting what you smoke

I'm gonna blacken my lung
I'm gonna ask someone
To light me up (I'm gonna tell 'em that)
I can't get a good flame
For every time my lighter goes lame
I'm smoking up
I'm gonna blacken my lung
I'm gonna blacken my lung

I can't hold a job
I can't buy near enough
To earn the points it takes
To win that new smokers glove
Every time I turn around
My lighters up, you're lighters down
Maybe something's wrong with you
That makes you smell the way you do

I'm gonna blacken my lung
I'm gonna tell everyone
To light me up (I'm gonna tell 'em that)
I can't get a good flame
For every time my lighter goes lame
I'm smoking up
I'm gonna blacken my lung
Cause it makes me free
I'm gonna blacken my lung
Before my lighter goes out on me

Don't have no master suite
But I'm the queen of nicotine
You have a fancy ride, but baby
I'm the one who has the key
Every time I turn around
I'm looking up, you're looking down
Maybe something's wrong with you
That makes you smell the way you do
Maybe I'm smelly too

I'm gonna blacken my lung
I'm gonna tell everyone