Fruit Punch Loko

She was going to college
And owned her own car
I was smoking a fat blunt
In Franny's backyard
Yeah I was caught by the police for getting way to wild
Hot restless summer puffing on a black and mild

On the tracks or the lakes hiding keggers in the grass
It's funny how those memories they last

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The hot July sun ain't half lit as me
My first taste of blood oh its irony
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I still remember
Those 40's so cold
My biggest fear was my mother
Getting drunk and going home
Playing cards in the hookah bar lungs filled with tar
Using my fake ID from China at the bar

Beer after beer going into my face
But nothings as nasty as the taste

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The hot July sun ain't half lit as me
My first taste of blood oh its irony
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We've grown older now
Years since I've been the child
That was such a goon and a lush
The scars they all healed
I don't talk to anyone
Those memories don't mean all that much

Yeah

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The hot July sun ain't half lit as me
My first taste of blood oh its irony
Like red Christmas bows
Like fruit punch Lokos 17
The hot July sun ain't half lit as me
My first taste of blood oh its irony
Like red Christmas bows
Like fruit punch Lokos