Ready to go
To the packed boat
Trying to hide myself
Figure out where I could smoke
The blue sky is red
Like the color of my eyes
Holding my camera on the couch
Shooting some fake lesbians
The blue sky is red
Like the color of my eyes
Holding my camera on the couch
Shooting some fake lesbians
Ready to go
The road looks like a snake
There's no rabbit in the headlights
Just some bitches in the lights
The day after was my bitch
Shaking like my grandfather
Trying to figure out how
I could drive these juices from my blood
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