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No More Cries
Boom,
Goes that bass,
Smokey room,
Rolling with an ace.
Whiskey in my glass,
Sipping on it,
So I won't fall on my ass,
Fuck that shit.
I'm not dumb,
Just like to feel free,
Got a green thumb,
COD killing spree.
High and rising,
Blood-shot eyes,
Need some Visine,
No more cries..
Goes that bass,
Smokey room,
Rolling with an ace.
Whiskey in my glass,
Sipping on it,
So I won't fall on my ass,
Fuck that shit.
I'm not dumb,
Just like to feel free,
Got a green thumb,
COD killing spree.
High and rising,
Blood-shot eyes,
Need some Visine,
No more cries..
Published 10th Nov 2011
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Anonymous
12th Mar 2012 9:50pm
This sounds like me on one of my drunk weekends. Can't cry, too drunk to feel pain or I passed before the emotions hit me. LOL Like this!
