now i live in Paris
& content myself with
sticky solid chocolate
hash , that **** ain’t as
good as the dank
i was smoking
when I lived on the river
with 3 boys & a ****
& le désespoir totale
we slept at dawn
together in beds
spread out like lions
on the savanna
they never laid a hand
on my quiet body
they always laughed
at my jokes & held me
when i needed it
**my eyes were like
wells**
when i drank whiskey
out of cups & when
i loved that melancholic
cowboy who came
from oil, with so much
money he didn’t
know where to buy
happiness
the pride dissipated
my love & the drinks
remain & well the cowboy
still cheats on his wife
now i smoke spliffs
& leave behind the crystal
smelly mota
i don’t get as high
but i sure as hell don’t
get as low
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
now i live in Paris
& content myself with
sticky solid chocolate
hash , that **** ain’t as
good as the dank
i was smoking
when I lived on the river
with 3 boys & a ****
& le désespoir totale
we slept at dawn
together in beds
spread out like lions
on the savanna
they never laid a hand
on my quiet body
they always laughed
at my jokes & held me
when i needed it
**my eyes were like
wells**
when i drank whiskey
out of cups & when
i loved that melancholic
cowboy who came
from oil, with so much
money he didn’t
know where to buy
happiness
the pride dissipated
my love & the drinks
remain & well the cowboy
still cheats on his wife
now i smoke spliffs
& leave behind the crystal
smelly mota
i don’t get as high
but i sure as hell don’t
get as low
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