Lyrics Kleptomaniac - MC Chris

Kleptomaniac

I got your lighter, man
I got your flame
I’m a kleptomaniac
Klep-klep-kleptomaniac
Before the bar stool
There was art school
Part worst part of my life
Also part cool
I like finger biting
Writing for the screen
But I must have been miffed cause I’d lift magazines
It became a habit
Almost over night
Shoplifters of the world
Time to reunite
I am not the first
To de- a purse
Least I’m not a serial killer
Really it could be worse
Somewhere deep inside
Must have felt deprived
Sneak in on the sly
You become alive
With the stolen good
With this evil act
Maybe what was taken from me would be back at last
Known as dine and dash
Out the door I’d book
With a overlooked
Got me hooked
and drunk now
I need knick and knacks
All my emptiness remains defiantly intact
I got your lighter, man
I got your flame
I’m a kleptomaniac
Klep-klep-kleptomaniac
Did I fail to mention
Though I’m willing to work
Everybody was jerks
(They'd knock my dick in the dirt)
Read an issue of Rolling Stone
Said Tisch was the shitter
I transferred in the winter
So you can call me a quitter
All I needed was a spark
And I finally felt united
But your issues will come with you
Even though they aren’t invited
You can roam, You can ramble
From location to another
Brother let me warn you
Being a burglar is a bummer
They said I’d go far
Now I’m stealing postcards
My conscience says «Fail.»
Then flails with both arms
No one tried to stop me
Oddly I wanted more
Stole a broom in broad daylight out of a grocery store
Something out of every interior
I would walk inside
Microscopic and meaningless
In my hand I would hide
I got busted for robbing
Some Robitussin a lot
Lady came up crying
Trying to give me a five
Said, «I'd be so sad
If my daughter was sick
And I had to steal medicine.»
My addiction was licked
No more tempting the fates
No more retail revenge
No more stealing from my fellow man
Because I’m upset
I got your lighter, man
I got your flame
I’m a kleptomaniac
Klep-klep-kleptomaniac
Starting smoking weed
A muslim taught me bonging
Stop talking
Or I’m a Oklahoma bombing
Found a fat kid in class all about glass
We watched 90 210
While we smoked the dro fast
Every time I pass
Every single site
I find something in my pocket
From my musical life
Now I’m a klepto with Zippos
I got a bevy of Bics
Hold on to your lighter
Or get the five finger dis (s)
I got your lighter, man
I got your flame
I’m a kleptomaniac
Klep-klep-kleptomaniac
I got your lighter, man
I got your flame
I’m a kleptomaniac
Kle-kle-kle-kle-kle-kle-kle
I got your lighter, man
I got your flame
I’m a kleptomaniac
Klep-klep-kleptomaniac
I got your lighter, man
I got your flame
I’m a kleptomaniac
Klep-klep-kleptomaniac