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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John A. Malatesta
Songwriter
Lyrics
It goes around like a meth rock
Time ticking on the meth clock
(Tic toc tic toc tic toc)
Booty shorts on the orphans
(No)
Chloroform in the orchids
(No)
Trash shit in the street
(No)
Hot damn bitch, I'm free
(No)
My mind is a trash bag
(Yeah)
Dirty thoughts is what I have
My Dick is what I grab
My life is fuckin sad
Americana circle
These are my meth people
Strippers doin spits
Knocking knocking tits
Spitting up their lips
And their doing sexy shit
All the need is coke
All they need is meth
Give 'em some addys for just a little lift
Americana circle
These are my meth people
I
I can't taste my dreams anymore
VVulfpipe you bang you bang
On my front door
Well I can hear you
VVulfy I'm comin
You beat on me
Like you were drumming
I've counted every number
I've seen every color
And you have only been
My greatest lover
Americana circle
These are my meth people
Writer(s): John Malatesta
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