Bee Stung Lips
All i see is lame names
Covering the place up in the grave
Take a swig of propane
Got you spewing on the pavement
Take a second to evaluate the premises
Hold the fucking phone
Look my way I fucking moan
Til I'm on my own
While I make these arrangements to vacate
Til im back in black inside the Cadillac
Til im packing racks like fucking honey mac
Killed a fucking ginger hunting mac
Run it back
Kingpin with the glock
I'm fucking living with the rocks
I keep it tucked up in my socks
I'm fucked on rox and lots of pot
I've been bumpin heavy metal since I was a little boy
It's had my back when life has thrown me round like fucking toys
I rejoice
At the thought of seeing you behind my eyes
Keep my mind high
Just to see you shine in the right light
Took a bunch of acid just to make my fucking mind fly
Took a bunch of xanax just to make my fucking mind die
Took a bunch of percs just feel like I could fly
Took some fucking shrooms to elevate my mind to the sky
Tell me why I'm stuck on high
Everydays a fucking lie
Got my hands up to the sky
Asking God if there's a why
Get your bee Stung Lips
Little bitch boy
Don't you say my name
Little bitch boy
Take you to your grave
Little bitch boy
Covering the place up in the grave
Take a swig of propane
Got you spewing on the pavement
Take a second to evaluate the premises
Hold the fucking phone
Look my way I fucking moan
Til I'm on my own
While I make these arrangements to vacate
Til im back in black inside the Cadillac
Til im packing racks like fucking honey mac
Killed a fucking ginger hunting mac
Run it back
Kingpin with the glock
I'm fucking living with the rocks
I keep it tucked up in my socks
I'm fucked on rox and lots of pot
I've been bumpin heavy metal since I was a little boy
It's had my back when life has thrown me round like fucking toys
I rejoice
At the thought of seeing you behind my eyes
Keep my mind high
Just to see you shine in the right light
Took a bunch of acid just to make my fucking mind fly
Took a bunch of xanax just to make my fucking mind die
Took a bunch of percs just feel like I could fly
Took some fucking shrooms to elevate my mind to the sky
Tell me why I'm stuck on high
Everydays a fucking lie
Got my hands up to the sky
Asking God if there's a why
Get your bee Stung Lips
Little bitch boy
Don't you say my name
Little bitch boy
Take you to your grave
Little bitch boy
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