T minus minus 40 cents
This rocket fuel runs hot
Like blasting ****** through your veins
Its worth its worth a shot
I did i did a 40 shot
It rung my ******* bell
It ****** it ****** me up so bad
I lost my sense of smell
My eyes are twitching outta sync
My guts my guts are clenched
I think five oh is on the porch
I hope we dont get lynched
Im absent, gone, in outer space
I wrecked my rusty rocket
I know tho know tho how **** go tho
2 spares are in my pocket
I'll take one and I'll take one
I'll stay in tight formation
And pick up pick up dime line hoes
From down in Choctaw Nation
My back my back aches constantly
From breaking rocks, I guess
I swear I swear one day one day
I'll settle down, do less
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
T minus minus 40 cents
This rocket fuel runs hot
Like blasting ****** through your veins
Its worth its worth a shot
I did i did a 40 shot
It rung my ******* bell
It ****** it ****** me up so bad
I lost my sense of smell
My eyes are twitching outta sync
My guts my guts are clenched
I think five oh is on the porch
I hope we dont get lynched
Im absent, gone, in outer space
I wrecked my rusty rocket
I know tho know tho how **** go tho
2 spares are in my pocket
I'll take one and I'll take one
I'll stay in tight formation
And pick up pick up dime line hoes
From down in Choctaw Nation
My back my back aches constantly
From breaking rocks, I guess
I swear I swear one day one day
I'll settle down, do less
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