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Sad pretty girls, Doing ecstasy Just to escape from reality. Seven blunts, In Seven inch pumps. And Poppin' pills In High heels. Trap Hip hop Trance And Reggae. Getting high To Euphoric music. "eat me out 'til I'm no longer Stressed out" Smoking marihuana, Hoping It'll cure the bulimia. Three C's, Coffee ******* Caviar, Show up to the party In high fashion. Sad pretty girls Go to the bathroom together to Snort lines And Smoke marihuana In the handicap stalls. There's an empty hole inside Sad pretty girls' soul That they fulfill with drugs To become Happy pretty girls. And maybe not forever, Just for a little while. Anyways, Forever doesn't exist. So doesn't happiness.
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
- sad pretty girls
Sad pretty girls, Doing ecstasy Just to escape from reality. Seven blunts, In Seven inch pumps. And Poppin' pills In High heels. Trap Hip hop Trance And Reggae. Getting high To Euphoric music. "eat me out 'til I'm no longer Stressed out" Smoking marihuana, Hoping It'll cure the bulimia. Three C's, Coffee ******* Caviar, Show up to the party In high fashion. Sad pretty girls Go to the bathroom together to Snort lines And Smoke marihuana In the handicap stalls. There's an empty hole inside Sad pretty girls' soul That they fulfill with drugs To become Happy pretty girls. And maybe not forever, Just for a little while. Anyways, Forever doesn't exist. So doesn't happiness.
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
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