fiscal yr

looking forward to the cigarette after the meal
more then the meal
it's always about the next drink
fucking so much only cum dust
burning my x's house down again
killing my mother before she dies
country scented candles in the hood
find grace in being the best at losing
nobody can commit suicide cooler than me
if your beard is longer than your mohawk
you really rock
i just wanna snowboard and sleep around
love,souls,chocolate and bullets
are so overrated
more economically viable trade able commodities
guarantee obamma smokes newports
and that ol first lady can still booty shake
i'm def signing up