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• Written by Anonymous
dreaaaam
And choose the music that's frowned upon
Touched it to your cherry lip balm
Full of shit, like i ate that john
Pay dues like a hair salon
Just like a marathon
Full of shit, like i ate that john
It can easily be burst upon
Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom
So sad you had to miss your mom' s prom
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don
Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john
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