home alone
keeled at the throne
rejecting the friends found in bottles and so
I look at the phone
my logic low flows
and I get the idea to call up an old **
but ***** brain says hay ** do you wanna bone
and she gets all ****** off like ah hell no
so now I gadda wonder if the drug life blows
blow that's an idea get my dealer on the phone
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 1:00 PM UTC
home alone
keeled at the throne
rejecting the friends found in bottles and so
I look at the phone
my logic low flows
and I get the idea to call up an old **
but ***** brain says hay ** do you wanna bone
and she gets all ****** off like ah hell no
so now I gadda wonder if the drug life blows
blow that's an idea get my dealer on the phone
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