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Slippery Spiral

pouring out the cold coffee

but the bitter taste is in my mouth

got some coffee for your nose hole

heres a little, try it out

perks you up a little bit

give it a sec, it slows you down

got you flying high

but now its cold so we're flying south.

Down to El Paso

where the coffees made with stronger beans

skinny young Latinas

rubbing coca powder on their teeth

so obscene

follow me for some color green

headed out to west

see if we can score some cali trees

go to sleep

waking up, kinda feeling phony

need a pick-me-up

we're headed home but we take it slowly.

now

now we're back to the land again

couldn't help but wonder

about these little pills he's handing them

ill try a couple

nah, **** it! Thirteen

rolling harder than a caddy with the brakes cut clean.

but I'm losing it

we were cruising without choosing it

got nailed down to the inverted crucifix

who is this?

that seems to have me by the scruff

If you're looking for a ride

you're gonna get picked up

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brian-downs
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Published
Jan 30, 2014
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