Bleached Jeans

I've got an ice cube on my knee
It's been soaking through my
Bleached jeans
I'm wearing the jeans
I bleached three times
They were green but now
They're nice
Rind peels
No condom a baby's in nine
Drop the medieval bullshit and
Do the rhymes right
Now were gonna try to find the rabbi
Cuz I'm not the rabbi
Excuse me while I
Speak to your mind
Do you want me to
Turn you around and
Bend the soul forever
How's imbecile
Alien baby
Give me a chance sir
Speak on through me
How about an answer



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Rowe
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