Drippy

The morning comes, I've got my drugs
No suitcase at the door, the fuck I pack one for
I don't want to drive, I don't want to die, but I will say goodbye to everything
Anything, weak and meek, you're a geek, a fuckin nerd
Thats absurd
Ropeless, hopeless
Holding racial tensions, well trade them for lesions, I'm not teasing, pay the patron
Pay the citron and listen to the outer voice
No limit to conversations or writings on a wall
Vomit and break my bones, break some bank when birthing songs
Smoking bongs, doing wrongs and fighting back
Twenty five dollar camping back pack full of carcinogens and makeshift bombs
Releasing a toxic box upon the world
Unfuck the world, no fuck the world, give a planet to the apes
But I'm done with that
I want my money back



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Matchett
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