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Pass it Please
I remember sitting among my wild loves until we couldn't feel our faces.
PASS THE DUTCH SON!!!
The smoke shatters our throats until we choke and ask for water to clear its passage.
I remember dancing like it was no tomorrow.
PASS THE BOTTLE SON!!!
We popped bottles every weekend while screaming, "FUCK YOU 21!!!"
How amazing was it to be fresh to new environments.
Those were my drugs of choice and I must say the weed got me through rough days.
Liquor turned my spirit to the beast of infinite appeals. One minute I revealed sexy, then the next fierce rachetness.
Well, I can't help the seduction of eruption.
After a long night of addiction, I make a call...
PASS IT PLEASE!!!
PASS THE DUTCH SON!!!
The smoke shatters our throats until we choke and ask for water to clear its passage.
I remember dancing like it was no tomorrow.
PASS THE BOTTLE SON!!!
We popped bottles every weekend while screaming, "FUCK YOU 21!!!"
How amazing was it to be fresh to new environments.
Those were my drugs of choice and I must say the weed got me through rough days.
Liquor turned my spirit to the beast of infinite appeals. One minute I revealed sexy, then the next fierce rachetness.
Well, I can't help the seduction of eruption.
After a long night of addiction, I make a call...
PASS IT PLEASE!!!
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