Everything is too **** dollars
Pills swallered'
Tar shot up
We snot up crusty mornings
Spent in mourning
Miss you Skeeter
Open coffin never stopping words we flossing
Learn to be a boss and casually deal with loss
Find your cause, a little bit of it, bite in the hip of it,
don't let go
Take a ride, see the show, you could die tomorrow,
who knows?
Don't skip the snow cones, lots of syrup
Don't forget to fry eggs, black screaming cast iron
High wire in my soul getting hot and arcing
Leaving clean, straight, blisters
Like veins