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Homeless in paradise, it's never that clean Home free, since I was a middle-aged teen Purple haze trees, as my life's infrastructure Smelling the scent, of my bohemian subculture Playing along the boardwalks of Venice Beach Passersby, all the time just begging to screech Their rude undertones, as they sip on their latte Surely, I was a given, for a dope smokin' runaway I must admit, I am a drunk I will admit, I did love punk I won't admit, I'm not a hot ***** Have to admit, at skool I did flunk I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck? Living in paradise, was forever my scene Hassle-free start to my touring routine Purple haze shades, my life now has structure You see the success, of my worldwide pop culture Gracing stages of past fame, always to a beat Fanatical fans always be wanting to meet Sifting my bin, for stuff I've worn, this be stalking I'm the greatest musical queen, I've heard them talking I must admit, I am a drunk I will admit, I did love punk I won't admit, I'm not a hot ***** Have to admit, at skool I did flunk I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck? Hurting in paradise, for wherever I'm seen Hitting trees, I ditched my last limousine Injecting purple haze into my veins, now I’ve suffered On Youtube, my once famous sculpture is buffered Fooling around, the ***** strips, never that discreet With my purple haze shades, I was fast on my feet Families, not mourning, nor crying, putting me 6 feet under Atlantic contracts, royalties accrued, now easy to plunder In departing my last scene, I'd become fatally unstuck Because of how I'd been living, as a dim-witted, schmuck.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Purple Haze
Homeless in paradise, it's never that clean Home free, since I was a middle-aged teen Purple haze trees, as my life's infrastructure Smelling the scent, of my bohemian subculture Playing along the boardwalks of Venice Beach Passersby, all the time just begging to screech Their rude undertones, as they sip on their latte Surely, I was a given, for a dope smokin' runaway I must admit, I am a drunk I will admit, I did love punk I won't admit, I'm not a hot ***** Have to admit, at skool I did flunk I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck? Living in paradise, was forever my scene Hassle-free start to my touring routine Purple haze shades, my life now has structure You see the success, of my worldwide pop culture Gracing stages of past fame, always to a beat Fanatical fans always be wanting to meet Sifting my bin, for stuff I've worn, this be stalking I'm the greatest musical queen, I've heard them talking I must admit, I am a drunk I will admit, I did love punk I won't admit, I'm not a hot ***** Have to admit, at skool I did flunk I'll **** it up, to make a quick buck But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck? Hurting in paradise, for wherever I'm seen Hitting trees, I ditched my last limousine Injecting purple haze into my veins, now I’ve suffered On Youtube, my once famous sculpture is buffered Fooling around, the ***** strips, never that discreet With my purple haze shades, I was fast on my feet Families, not mourning, nor crying, putting me 6 feet under Atlantic contracts, royalties accrued, now easy to plunder In departing my last scene, I'd become fatally unstuck Because of how I'd been living, as a dim-witted, schmuck.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
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