Kleptomaniac - MC Chris

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