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see what happens when you stay neutral
we know
that love is a chemical
there is no such thing as a straight line
that humans lie
time is a flat circle
there is a spot with no stars
another infested with fleas
no trees
i never pick up pennies
don't think i deserve em
baron landscape and the lack of a cool breeze
i just want her to be ok with sick me
and clean it up when my dick sneeze
before i blackout again and i'm 15
we all got it twisted
hours seconds and minutes
are liquid
with no finish
snobby and punctual like the british
cheat on you like the government and bitches
one i was riding a train
just had to figure her french
milky skin and thick red lipstick
a big ol plastic tip for her cigarette
tits in a wire braw
that say if you can look me in the eyes long enough to have a conversation ,you can prolly last long enough to make me orgasm and ill fuck you
couldn't do it
my french ain't all that
and her chest had tatts
so i lured her in the back
and hit her with a baseball bat
this is for ever making me say freedom fries batch!!!!!!
that love is a chemical
there is no such thing as a straight line
that humans lie
time is a flat circle
there is a spot with no stars
another infested with fleas
no trees
i never pick up pennies
don't think i deserve em
baron landscape and the lack of a cool breeze
i just want her to be ok with sick me
and clean it up when my dick sneeze
before i blackout again and i'm 15
we all got it twisted
hours seconds and minutes
are liquid
with no finish
snobby and punctual like the british
cheat on you like the government and bitches
one i was riding a train
just had to figure her french
milky skin and thick red lipstick
a big ol plastic tip for her cigarette
tits in a wire braw
that say if you can look me in the eyes long enough to have a conversation ,you can prolly last long enough to make me orgasm and ill fuck you
couldn't do it
my french ain't all that
and her chest had tatts
so i lured her in the back
and hit her with a baseball bat
this is for ever making me say freedom fries batch!!!!!!
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