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2 TOKES
01:38
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Light a match,
catch the fumes.
Gimme summn
to put me out of tune.
Cough my guts, claim my reward, my just desserts, I'm back for more,
it's not enough, I'm back for more, can't be ignored.
I toke two times, don't ash.
Weren't born like this,
so how the fuck did I relapse.
How the fuck did I relapse.
How the fuck did I relapse.
How the fuck. How the fuck.
I'm burning up, I'm going fast.
Heart rate random. My coup de gra
Was giving up, was giving in.
I've given up so kill me quick.
It was the breeze, still take a sip, still take a sip.
I toke two times, don't ash.
Weren't born like this,
so how the fuck did I relapse.
How the fuck did I relapse.
How the fuck did I relapse.
How the fuck. How the fuck.
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2. |
OUT OF ORDER
01:49
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Rotten corp job, nine to five.
She's a rockin bod but gotta wait in line.
Got a hour break, baby on my mind.
Grab a plastic tray an I'll be alright.
Dinna lady desire!
Dinna lady desire!
Heartbreak over pie and mash.
x2
White collar sleaze, I wear it on my sleeve.
Aint rubbin me gut, a man's got needs.
Drop a wink an a smile, extra gravy please.
Vending machines aint doing nothing for me.
She says, she says, she says, she says.
You're outta line Gary,
that's the fifth time this week.
Get your face out me mash,
I'm calling police!
Steve drags me back to my cubicle.
I don't really care if I lose my cool.
Keep mumbling to myself, a man's got needs.
Cos vending machines ain't doing nothing for me.
Dinna lady desire!
Dinna lady desire!
Heartbreak over pie and mash.
x2
Pie and mash.
Pie and mash.
Pie and mash.
Mash!
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3. |
VACAY
03:54
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I'm just a laid back skallywag wit a penchant for skag.
Just a two time dope fiend, imma get what's for grabs.
I'm addicted to shooting up glass.
I'm conflicted, forgot how to laugh.
I Need a vacay.
Need a vacay.
Package deal.
Pre paid.
I'm addicted to shooting up glass.
I'm at risk, my lungs have collapsed.
Alright.
That's me taking off baby.
Way up over there.
I got my visa.
I'm in Ibiza.
Local food.
Frozen pizza.
If it's included, baby imma use it.
Different 'scripts out here, yea I'm gon abuse it.
Imma keep right on beer chugging
on the beach with a dozen bitches.
Imma miss my flight back.
Cos I got a can n a half left in this six pack.
I'm addicted to shooting up glass.
I fucking... can't be arsed.
I'm on vacay.
I'm on vacay.
Package deal.
Pre paid.
Got a JD sports suitcase.
Vacay...
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