Well you can crash on my couch but I won't be your psychiatrist Reading astrophysics but inside I hide a comic book I like my room messy, I like my whiskey neat I've killed some brain cells but still got my wisdom teeth I like to go grocery shopping wearing socks and sandals Right now I'm working on a novel full of carpet samples I'm always faded cause I've had it with sobriety On that Anne Frank, I'm an addict with a diary So I don't know what this hipster rap means But I squeeze a lot of money in these skinny-ass jeans Like chill mami, this shit ain't Armani It's Salvation Army, why you salivating on me? Ever since Satan gave me a spray-tan I killed Jiminy Cricket with a Raid can Got no conscience, and no consciousness until the A.M 'round up the empties, let's go take 'em in
Look at all these beer cans They're gonna make us rich! Look at all these beer cans They're gonna make us rich!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
