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All this paper that I’m holdin like I thought I had to sneeze
Somewhere faraway we be posted on the beach
burn the biggest blunts
Thinkin holy matrimony blowin smoke rings to my queen
Soaking up the sun and the warm bay side breeze
All around me I’m surrounded by these palm trees
Gucci shorts and this Plain white tee
Thinkin that I got it figured out,
Tryna go to the safeer route
Yeah I had my doubts think I need a bigger safe now
Wipe the slate clean now I can carry on but I stay strapped down
No seat belt
Left the tool box but I got that hammer
Drownin out my liver
With All this brown liquor
Im Alone through this winter
Now My problems gettin bigger
praying and wishing
hoping to forget
So I Pop another xanny
And I Pray it don’t have fent
Steady burnin bridges
No I’m not religious
You can pray for me
But youd just be wastin minutes
Seems a little quiet over here
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