Scratched Pinkies

I got my homies got up
I saw my
I saw my LPs slopped off
Don't talk shit I'm so fucked up
Baby my visions torned up
These are scratched pinkies and free beer slots in the corner of city
He picked two chicks but I got three
In the city there's no lack of queen peee
Never be on top, never maybes
There were gales last night
How come the time gone by
It's eleven point nine o'clock my pillow can't hold me tight
Am i trying so hard assume these shits to be fine?



Credits
Writer(s): Tran Uy Duc
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