Fellatio

I'm looking like a smile Of a man who didn't attend his brothers funeral Yeah, my lungs are a fool of smoke I tell myself I need another toke Man, fuck these hoes, I'm cutting that hose To find myself filthy, locked up And all just disposed Yeah, why do we always find ourselves Writing music about a beautiful girl That we just want to repel It's to a beautiful smell That I know will send me to hell And so you know damn well That she is way too good for you And I guess that I won't stand to the words that I stood What a fucking pity she won't she won't show You a titty, I guess ya silly, it's chilly I'm tied down in an ice road valley I'm thinking that I could've been cool daddy But Sadly, I'm still happy with the same old pussy I don't want no x's & o's And all my exes are hoes These substances are killing me slowly I don't want to be that motherfucker Talking about addiction I don't want to be with you don't reason Everything I do, or love is Demons I'm a dead man, but I'm gonna keep on walking They can say they hate me But I really know they're lying I don't want no x's & o's And all my exes are Hoes The substances are killing me slowly I don't want to be that motherfucker Talking about addiction I don't want to be with you don't reason Everything I do or love is Demons I'm a dead man, but I'm gonna keep on walking They can say they hate me But I really know they're lying