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04./// cocaine and
hookers
its the little things in
life that make me afraid,
i sware to you
my friend, i cant get laid
i'm like steve bushemi prancing in a sunday
dress,not even my exgirlfriend of 3 years won't
touch this mess
and even if she did,i'd still pop my lid, she'd
leave me for some money making straight laced
squid.
certified, pedigreed, to be the man she needs
indeed
did all i could to be like you,
got punk hair
and dope tatoos,
drove my car into a pool...
where are my
cocaine and hookers?
thinking hard gives me a rash,
grew out my
teenage moustashe,
sware i'm gods gift to you
all,
where are my
cocaine and hookers?
its the little things that
make me want to live--i've given all i could of
what i've got to give
but Steve Bushemi's ripped beause i pissed his
skirt--and i'm always waking with my face in
dirt
but even if i didn't, the dirt'd find me--or i'd
wake up when you kicked me in the knee
to tell me that, you think you're fat,while
knocking out my teeth with a baseball
bat
did all i could to be like
you,
got punk hair
and dope tatoos,
drove my car into a pool...
where are my
cocaine and hookers?
thinking hard gives me a rash,
grew out my
teenage moustashe,
sware i'm gods gift to you
all,
where are my
cocaine and hookers?
i've got bob dylans good
looks--
and mariah's
brains
where's my happy tomorrow,
where's my
cocaine?
did all i could to be like
you,
got punk hair
and dope tatoos,
drove my car into a pool...
where are my
cocaine and hookers?
thinking hard gives me a rash,
grew out my
teenage moustashe,
sware i'm gods gift to you
all,
where are my
cocaine and hookers?
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