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Dam I need a blunt, can't put up with this **** I'm fealin a new person My heart just feals like cursin... I've bin hear, in this new home, sober a new rome, If i had my shear **** you'd sure would hear a cheer song. I'd feal you out so happy, have my words churned out to sappy?. I'm way out, I'm not burned, I get it I sure learned far out mars rover, spot me out like your'e lucky clover, out in a big croud I'm rare like a drout cloud, like I said, I miss my bed, eatin all day, freakin all may, Give it a doobie a precious ****** ruby Not lit Not fit can-I-Just-quit?. How bout a bubble and a bowl,? no trouble nore parol, you know i'm slick won't get in no **** just help a ***** out and blow me a hit. I love my jane we plan to mary when she's gone my world gets scary.. So be it if i'm sketchy, I'm posted monalisa , see me on the wall, touch me and I'll fall, trust I see it all, you walk right out the door and leave me on this floor, I've seen it as it's low thats why I tend to flow, Best of what I know is what minds like to show.. don't come back that lock is latched, holdin steady bit attatched, I need a hook to hold me steady. some one strong that will be ready,
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
To sober I'm a mars rover, Give me morphine before I'm over
Dam I need a blunt, can't put up with this **** I'm fealin a new person My heart just feals like cursin... I've bin hear, in this new home, sober a new rome, If i had my shear **** you'd sure would hear a cheer song. I'd feal you out so happy, have my words churned out to sappy?. I'm way out, I'm not burned, I get it I sure learned far out mars rover, spot me out like your'e lucky clover, out in a big croud I'm rare like a drout cloud, like I said, I miss my bed, eatin all day, freakin all may, Give it a doobie a precious ****** ruby Not lit Not fit can-I-Just-quit?. How bout a bubble and a bowl,? no trouble nore parol, you know i'm slick won't get in no **** just help a ***** out and blow me a hit. I love my jane we plan to mary when she's gone my world gets scary.. So be it if i'm sketchy, I'm posted monalisa , see me on the wall, touch me and I'll fall, trust I see it all, you walk right out the door and leave me on this floor, I've seen it as it's low thats why I tend to flow, Best of what I know is what minds like to show.. don't come back that lock is latched, holdin steady bit attatched, I need a hook to hold me steady. some one strong that will be ready,
arrywill-keepya-smilin
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
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