Hey yo and that's the reason people own pets
Unconditional love can mean no stress
I'm so stressed
And I'm not perfect
I admit that I'm not perfect
I'm just really good at making these decisions that ain't worth it
Stuck in a bloodshot purgatory
You heard the story
I stopped working for d** when d** stopped working for me
That ain't a monkey on my back it's a gorilla pimp
As long as I got family around me still a wimp
I'm a decorated soldier in a subatomic culture
Only read my horoscope when it's good (when it's good)
My nephew is autistic
But he's such a precious person that I wouldn't make him normal if I could
Misunderstood
Surround myself with good friends everyday I smoke grape
From the first August morning to the the last snow flake
I'm a product of time something divine
I went and drank a whole entire bottle of wine and I was fine Lets go!
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I'm alive cuz there's nothing else to do
I drank a little whisky and I realized all the pain is cuz of you
I'm alive cuz of all the words you said
I buried all the painful memories but you you you had to raise the dead
You had to raise the dead x3
It's the reason people do d**
The energy they have is all used up
I'm used up and I'm nervous
I admit it f**ing nervous
And it has got me telling family my phone's been out of service(right)
Watch my blue carca** as it floats
s** the venom out the puncture wound on my throat
You better cut the cancer out my heart lover
You're standing in the dark gutter dancing with the star f**ers
I'm a decorated soldier in a p**n crazy culture
Only read my horoscope when it's good
The weather is getting treacherous and colder
Held the planet till the pressure of it left me with a separated shoulder where I stood
I'm a blacksmith of the therapeutic track list
Blood stained wine gla**es
Dilapidated wood
The girl is someones daughter but if you ain't gonna love her
Probably shouldn't bother even if you think you could
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Underneath my pores there's a man so gone
Flatspot wheels like I can't roll on
Rope burns hurt but God damn hold on
Underneath my pores there's a man so gone
Flatspot wheels like I can't roll on
Rope burns hurt God damn hold on
I'm gonna raise the dead
Gonna raise the dead
See I'm a decorated soldier in a subatomic culture
Only read my horoscope when it's good (when it's good)
My cousin is a lesbian but not a thing is wrong with her
I want to make her happier
But I don't think I could
I hope for good news everyday is slow paced
Let's have a BBQ and drinks tonight and stay at home base
But if you're an alcoholic it's alright
We're gonna toast a bottle full of Sprite to your quality of life
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