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Blood and death
Losing my breath
looking at the sky, as I lay and die!
I wish I could fly!
Hey, look it, look it
I'm really really high
I think I can fly
Cause I'm soring the clouds, the guns are so loud
Hey, look it, look it
I'm really, really high
I can sore, I can fly
I'm looking at the sky
close my eyes
I'm about to die!
Smoking weed, crack,
Cocain and Cronic
I'm so high, I'm super sonic!
I'm getting high
getting really, really high
Just lay on the floor (and die!)
And die!
Smoking makes it seems all your problems gone away
Smoking crack
(makes you high)
Smoking crack
(makes you die)
Smoking crack
(crack kills!)
Smoking crack
(crack kills)
It makes you die!
Bye bye!
 z-bandit · Wed Aug 29, 2007 @ 04:35am · 1 Comments |
