Tag: drugs
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Rock raker
Woke up praying it was just a nightmare That we broke up, had me broke up I was emotional in cups Bringing cuzzy in close for hugs ‘Cause he has to suffer my moods if he wants this buj Patting my back, he was like hush hush He reminded me to stand pat Reminded me…
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God is an edgesoftening sandpaper
Getting faded nodding off of a coner Takes me out like Old Yeller’s owner, Bullet in the Head Festival money makes Zach De La Rocha and Tom Morello more mellow, fewer emotions More oceanside condos, nine door all terrains with built-in floatations Half mile every ten gallons if you’re burning the correct dinosaurs In my…
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TO LET: LOTSA KET
What I’ve got they’ve got one eighth House where they’re living like one miserable sliver of my kitchen Considerable mink slippers, gold dust sprinkled onto my kippers: different. Way I’m living makes unpaids livid Like I’m about to say “Let them eat cake.” Debateable whether the speech delivered was OKt They didn’t seem too grateful…
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Babylonian hues on my wheeled cube
97 Honda Accord looking bronze age hoard, gold and wood Knew I was gonna be it someday, was always lit; did what I said I would I’m listening to Lord of Shadows and Goldenwood Cruising around the hood hood up, seeking gold I can touch Windows rolled down, asking passers are they good; Do they…
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Tactics: racking up yack in a ramshackle jacks
Ford contour Heading out to about 20 bars, like a crust punk band going on tour Jacks left to ruin and rack, smells like a sewer Doesn’t stop me doing up the racks, sue me Rich now but wore rags Covered holes with patches, wore greys once-blacks Some shit I bargained for, some I stole…
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