Clinking drinking Canada and Malibu, gin and tonic cans
Mad do, mad scene, I’m mad to do snow no skiing
Mole blind no seeing
That’s how deep we go, palms for eyes down in a hole
Like Alice in Chains, you’ll leave my palace in a vase
I’m not afraid to lose face
This isn’t feudal Japan, happily disgrace myself to change a plan
Drag my feet to get my way
All the toys outta the pram, my birthday crying allowed, wah wah
Like the pedal, blah blah you like to peddle that shit
I’m peddling za and hitting triple six
Shoot to hit I shoot to win
I don’t shoot the shit with wimps
I lower down windows to shoot up simps
Giving out new limps
New pills, looking like a Simpson’s skin
She’s back on the scene with thinner hips
Bigger lips, turning tricks for hits.
Alchemisland 
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