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High

I'm bewildered by you asking, "what is my vice"
As if your words will make me regret taking another slice
My pain is like crack riddled with ice
I'm an addict surfing through life for whatever will suffice

I'm the fucking collision between snorting and the pipe
I'm trying to find a vein, motherfucker I'm trying to get right
Dusted rows has me all up that angel base
Taking them each like I was on that next level for a taste

But she knew that I wouldn't buy that shit unless I was on that shit
The bitch sucked the dick almost there and then refused another hit
Fucking jaws locked up, "Motherfucker if you love me try this right here
So in fucking love with her every fucking thing, still holding her dear

Even though she's the feen, the head, she's the smartest between us
And if I had to defile myself to keep her, shit I'm ready to bust
Bitch hand me that shit, show me how to do this shit
She kept rubbing on my dick and balls making me feen for another hit

As I pulled on that stem, she put me back into her mouth
She was determined the stem and her were going to turn me out
As I went at the stem, she took me deep with a gagging aggression
Tears and slob covering my balls teaching me a lesson

She's hitting deep and I'm hitting deeper with a cough
She added a little jacking motion and an erupting nut was lost
I don't know which it was the head or the stem that drained my sack
But something definitely curled my toes and sent shivers up my back

With cum around her mouth and chin, she asked for the return of her stem
My dick and balls were now addicted to both of them
Fucking hitting a blunt while balls deep in her ass
Hitting line after line and the stem to make time past

For you to ask me what my vice is as if you don't really know
There was only one addiction that some how I didn't really show
You look into my eyes blitz and you honest don't have a fucking clue
With both of us high, tomorrow you wont even remember that I'm addicted to you


 
 
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