Big Smoke

Noon, I'll come over
Soon, we'll be sober
High off our asses
Time like molasses

We lay here watching Netflix
Black Mirror, episode six
I sit here, chugging canned Brisk
And I'm down, if you're down to fuck

I'm getting kinda cold
So, let's lay here in our molds

Old and rotten, good for nothing
Maybe something, God, you're so beautiful
Old romantics melt like plastic
Form sarcastic, God is a stranger, he's
Old and rotten, good for nothing
Maybe something, God, you're so beautiful
Old romantics melt like plastic
Form sarcastic, God is in danger from us



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Writer(s): Greg Sheffield
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