The Minty taste that’s held within my lip
I grab a bottle unscrew the lid then i proceed to spit
Liquid brown like muddy water
My gums receding even farther
Why bother
This is what i do
I’ll loose a tooth or maybe two
But it’s cool
Because i can chew way more than i can bite
And i know i can talk way better than i can fight
This is my vice i suggest you find yours
Stop worrying about other people
But you never want to ignore.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 2:30 PM UTC
The Minty taste that’s held within my lip
I grab a bottle unscrew the lid then i proceed to spit
Liquid brown like muddy water
My gums receding even farther
Why bother
This is what i do
I’ll loose a tooth or maybe two
But it’s cool
Because i can chew way more than i can bite
And i know i can talk way better than i can fight
This is my vice i suggest you find yours
Stop worrying about other people
But you never want to ignore.
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