Lyrics

The last time I was here, we were all tripping acid And while we were walking around, high as fuck, we found this troll We though the troll was the funniest thing in the world And after taking some pictures of it, decided to steal it (?) I waited for you Those (?) So late at night When we (?) We have no contact Have Have (?) (?) Silver lines, you (?) You (?) The next morning, we were going back over the previous nights events Dean went to the closet to get the troll There wasn't a troll in there But a very scared 8 year old girl I know, I sound capable of boring Satan into suicide It's the drugs Trust me It seemed like a good idea for all intensive purposes But not for some other purposes that are not so intensive
Writer(s): Roy Nnawuchi, Joanne Mary Robertson, Joseph Thornally Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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