Always in a predicament where i have to pick up shards
Liquor shots and porn stars only ones who never broke my heart
Out my fucking noodle, boiling like a pack of stroganoff
Let's start a fucking riot I'm in the front row fucking choking cops
Paint the sidewalk with chalk, and POP POP red colored polka dots
It ain't my rotator cuff, man when that thing on my shoulder pop
Red River rum man i make them floors wet...
Straight up lyrical killer more abstract than Alanis Morisette
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