歌詞

Waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Yeah I always waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Yeah I always waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Man Fuck this shit I'm Not meant for this Nine to five grind On the side of the road I might get high Wrist slit In back seat she cried Wait maybe stay with me We can get high Waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Yeah I always waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Yeah I always waste myself In her pocket On her fucking shelf Man Fuck this shit I'm Not meant for this Nine to five grind On the side of the road I might get high Wrist slit In back seat she cried Wait maybe stay with me We can get high
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