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It's only 2:37 morning, ain't no 7-up sprite in my cup, but I'm buzzing
Off of Robitussin
Pissy drunk Vonnie got his colon bustin' wide open
Something like a Hocus Pocus stunt and
They caught him punching on a loved one
I don't know who did it
I swear

Poppin' oxy, zanny, nollie Frannie over top of tan panties
Pinkie promise Brittney that she'll let me bring a friend with me
Next morning
Fornicate on the china plates, paid top dollar break dollars like china plates
Haha
Prolly skate just to conversate
With mentals that can understand the voices that just him bother him
Fuck with him, and tell him slaughter slit your wrists with sticks
And share it with the emo bitch that he know from when he was six
Whoa
It's getting deep on this mic track
Let's track back to backpacks and black packs from trash bags
Fuck that, I'm rich now
I buy that, like sit down and ship out them cigarettes to Vonnye like right now
You Christmas

I'm lights out

So sleep



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Writer(s): Vincenzo Tamburina
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