Albondingas
I just got to remember what I did
I just met a girl with fake tits
I might as well be in the matrix
I could not fake this damn depression
But my dudes down here don't hate this
All I ever eat is albondingas
She could lick the sauce
Right off my fingers
Get so drunk that I cannot speak
Turn a freak chick to a singer but
I ain't been laid like nine months
(Aaron, you are not the father)
I don't know I haven't even tried once
I am not here to put on a front
Satan got an X
I would sign once
Preach to the God
Everybody wrong
All of you are gonna go to hell
Here's another song
Slit throat Ron
My soul's not that hard to sell
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
Got a albondingas
Staring at that ass on that mama cita
Vitalize me cyanide sangria
I am not sorry for my demeanor
Almost only counts in hand grenades
Horseshit on my my shoes
I could serenade
Anyone I want
When I am what I'm not
But it's not my fault
Bomb threat
At the Ace Hotel
Waters not clean
Don't drink from the well
My soul not that hard to sell
Call off your men
When they ring that bell
Ring that bell
Come on over
Call you love
And I cum on your shoulder
But not when I wake up
REM rebound
I don't hear a sound
From the side streets
I fucking hate my neighbors
Southerners really don't mind me
Massholes rings in the air
I'm loving every damn flavor
Wish my other friends cared
Really doesn't matter
When that Earth gets flatter
But that ass gets fatter when I stare huh
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
I'd rather know nothing
If it meant that I'd be happy
I would rather chill in my apartment
Than have people clapping for me
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
I'd rather know nothing
If it meant that I'd be happy
I would rather chill in my apartment
Than have people clapping for me
I would rather drink my scotch
On top of the roof and jump right off
If it meant that all this bullshit stops
Why am I still fucking lost
I just met a girl with fake tits
I might as well be in the matrix
I could not fake this damn depression
But my dudes down here don't hate this
All I ever eat is albondingas
She could lick the sauce
Right off my fingers
Get so drunk that I cannot speak
Turn a freak chick to a singer but
I ain't been laid like nine months
(Aaron, you are not the father)
I don't know I haven't even tried once
I am not here to put on a front
Satan got an X
I would sign once
Preach to the God
Everybody wrong
All of you are gonna go to hell
Here's another song
Slit throat Ron
My soul's not that hard to sell
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
Got a albondingas
Staring at that ass on that mama cita
Vitalize me cyanide sangria
I am not sorry for my demeanor
Almost only counts in hand grenades
Horseshit on my my shoes
I could serenade
Anyone I want
When I am what I'm not
But it's not my fault
Bomb threat
At the Ace Hotel
Waters not clean
Don't drink from the well
My soul not that hard to sell
Call off your men
When they ring that bell
Ring that bell
Come on over
Call you love
And I cum on your shoulder
But not when I wake up
REM rebound
I don't hear a sound
From the side streets
I fucking hate my neighbors
Southerners really don't mind me
Massholes rings in the air
I'm loving every damn flavor
Wish my other friends cared
Really doesn't matter
When that Earth gets flatter
But that ass gets fatter when I stare huh
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
I'd rather know nothing
If it meant that I'd be happy
I would rather chill in my apartment
Than have people clapping for me
I just wanna fucking drink
I don't wanna fucking think about this shit
I'd rather know nothing
If it meant that I'd be happy
I would rather chill in my apartment
Than have people clapping for me
I would rather drink my scotch
On top of the roof and jump right off
If it meant that all this bullshit stops
Why am I still fucking lost
Credits
Writer(s): Aaron Marcel
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