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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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