Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kleptomaniac , by - MC Chris. Song from the album Race Wars, in the genre Release date: 08.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: mc chris
Song language: English
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 |