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Douche Bag (I Know)
As I go
under city lights
passing bars
inhaling nicotine
then adding it to the
ozone
cool like shades
at night, and tough
like boots stomping across
the world that they own
(annoying I know,
but I could care less)
Macho Man, a savage gift
from God or science
with big ball genetics
perfect for taking control
and running all of this
all these sagging pants
bad asses, all these hoes
with there booty clap
and all of this day to day
Jerry Springer nonsense
no time for all of that
broken heart drama
all sad puppy dog eyed
yelping for sympathetic attention
and licking myself when I don't
get it (fuck that)
speaking in the tongue
of an atom bomb (mind blowing)
loud at the top of the lungs
not much to say but saying it
because you know it's
entertaining like beer and cigarettes, or
maybe a good crushed line of something
mellow and white
or something rolled in a swisher wrap
nicely pearled and perfectly lit
passing around that "Fuck it"
bliss
Cool like shades at night, tough like boots
stomping around on top of the world I own
(annoying I know, but why should I feel
bad about this?)
under city lights
passing bars
inhaling nicotine
then adding it to the
ozone
cool like shades
at night, and tough
like boots stomping across
the world that they own
(annoying I know,
but I could care less)
Macho Man, a savage gift
from God or science
with big ball genetics
perfect for taking control
and running all of this
all these sagging pants
bad asses, all these hoes
with there booty clap
and all of this day to day
Jerry Springer nonsense
no time for all of that
broken heart drama
all sad puppy dog eyed
yelping for sympathetic attention
and licking myself when I don't
get it (fuck that)
speaking in the tongue
of an atom bomb (mind blowing)
loud at the top of the lungs
not much to say but saying it
because you know it's
entertaining like beer and cigarettes, or
maybe a good crushed line of something
mellow and white
or something rolled in a swisher wrap
nicely pearled and perfectly lit
passing around that "Fuck it"
bliss
Cool like shades at night, tough like boots
stomping around on top of the world I own
(annoying I know, but why should I feel
bad about this?)
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