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Customs
02:11
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Popping bottles is a drag
The nj hxc scenes where it's at.
My goods are damaged from the music
Because of Michael and Dante
The panels are 5 but never repping supreme
That classic skate shop down the street
Surf Wax America will always be my theme
Rivers an idol along with the Weez.
Im that smooth operator on the other line
Makin panties wet since 1999.
I party by myself cause no ones there to enjoy my sober ways.
Drinking is a constant reminder of why you dropped out of high school and attending night school
Get a life.
Pack your bags cause we're moving out to California
By the way boags doesn't get you laid
Unless she's a scrag
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2. |
Dirty Sanchez
02:57
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Rappers nowadays wanna get their hands on all the naughty girls in the world.
Watching MTV I'm staring at amber cole, I meant amber rose
She has no hair on her head but I'm content with the sight
Hoping that one night she'd invite me back to the crib for some soda and chips
Her ass is pure
Her voice is pure
Her eyes is pure
Coming to conclusions that I'm just a man trapped in a boys body.
Pornstars nowadays are into masachistic shit, which is not all appealing to me.
But there is two that I'd love
There is two that I'd cook for
There only two that would please me under my sheets.
Their moves so pure
Their curves so pure
There moans so pure
Coming to conclusions that I'm just a man trapped in a boys body.
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3. |
Bayonne
02:19
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This town is pathetic but I can't say shit
The influence is green and I'm tired of it.
Sure I've fucked up, never was a saint
But to throw your life in the gutter is your biggest mistake.
The darkest of days have met its match.
No ambitions to leave is just fucking trash.
The cancer is growing and the livers are failing
Just like classes in high school
Never understanding why the fuck up and jerks
Always trying tell me to stop my dream while they say
Let's call it a day
It's molding, these feelings
Bottled up, a castaway by the bay.
Shes flat lined, they're blaming
Her mother, is praying
For her first time.
Oxygen is wasted on them
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Pierce
01:58
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Where do I begin, once again just starting off as friends.
Her touch is soft her voice can chill the Torch's spine.
We can talk about our past, and find comfort in the stories
To know we're not alone but sailing on the same boat.
We're not together, just hoping that this song will change,
her perspective of our future.
I don't ask much, just hoping that there's this to promise.
This love will be eternal I swear.
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Drink Drugs, Take Milk
02:11
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The patterns across the line,
I try to find the truth behind his will.
“The mettle may be wrought” he said,
thin beneath her skin I find,
Rusted lies and filth.
Drugs are getting lit(x2)
Minds absorb the shit.(x2)
Rewinding cassettes the bust is smashed
I see, The reckoning between her life and I.
She’s courted in.
Discoursed with tongue unrecognized, the time is flying by
Drugs are getting lit(x2)
Minds absorb the shit.(x2)
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