pop the xanax

pop the xanax before dawn, they will turn their backs pop the xanax both hands behind your head, standing on the edge of the decks pop the xanax maybe if you try you'll figure out all the hacks pop the xanax what else tonight, dewars or shots of jacks pop the xanax don't keep telling me what my brain lacks pop the xanax what does it feels like to have dosages on max pop the xanax do you still try to forget, inhaling cigarette smoke by the packs pop the xanax you don't understand mother, my thoughts come from a buy one free one off the racks pop the xanax does it take your mind off everything, all that sex? pop the xanax my sadness shows up on time, always reminding that there's tax pop the xanax i tried to light up a candle to cast away the darkness but then it started to burn, all that wax just pop the fucking xanax

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