Seemingly happy and content, predictably raspy and spent
Run circles around raps, legs snapped behind my back in splints
Incoming; false facts flood in from the pen
Jack over gin and I’m at it again
Twin of troublesome Huck Finn, let the wax spin
Double shot of *** some luck, and I’ll begin
Complicate the weak, like grease on the lens
It’s clear like mud, crud crease in the depends
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
Seemingly happy and content, predictably raspy and spent
Run circles around raps, legs snapped behind my back in splints
Incoming; false facts flood in from the pen
Jack over gin and I’m at it again
Twin of troublesome Huck Finn, let the wax spin
Double shot of *** some luck, and I’ll begin
Complicate the weak, like grease on the lens
It’s clear like mud, crud crease in the depends
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