I never live like the best,
ashing this Snicklefritz blunt on my chest,
let those little embers burn and make a mess
because the pain is better than stress
that threatens to envelope my life
I'm sick of a 9 to 5
ruining all my clothes for a paycheck
that's worth less than a dime in the times
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
I never live like the best,
ashing this Snicklefritz blunt on my chest,
let those little embers burn and make a mess
because the pain is better than stress
that threatens to envelope my life
I'm sick of a 9 to 5
ruining all my clothes for a paycheck
that's worth less than a dime in the times
Daniel Magner 2013
Just something I'm going to add to occasionally
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