You shouldn't inhale so deep man Feel the grip poking a lung You're stressing, the hearts jumping Your beat starts winding down Your blood pressure is rising fast now You clutch your broken arm
Grey skies The pigeons and the doves The trees are blue Nice cartoon
You flipped your new Camaro Impaled a wall upside down With just a twelve pack of Bud And a short ride home You shouldn't tell that story Or relent popular fun
Bad justice I'm behind bars You can't even Read or write You should have Let it slide
Resin
Brown hair, burned eyes Discreet, my face Ball peen, red blood Won't stop my friends
You leaped from the car Get up and go to the store A pack of smokes bring em' home For the kids they're all alone
Jet fuel black lung Inhale black smoke Cocaine scares me Pale skin frightened
You've slept on a bed Of safety pins they keep you warm The holes absorb the kerosene Your Daddy cheers for you football team
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