Book Page: 4
• Written by DILLION_THOMAS
walk in a room, intuition bitchin' with pitchers of rum
pictures from the witty bitches having fun, hotbox a blunt
ridicule till you coughin' up blood, finger flipping stud
the tensions devious, steamed from the trees an such
police make a bust, pet peeve for an adolescent
all my people in an attendance, pissed but present
every second someone hit the exit
just to vomit, it's complex, parents try to stop it,
smoking progress in a L, bought the picture after L
writing scripture getting blisters on my fingers, what the hell
smoking sinner bogus dinner ditcher drug flipper, made a sale
pockets getting thicker, placin' wages getting richer, making wealth
if this was how we all lived, we could never fix our self
got that ass south, marijuana with an Arnold Palmer dippin' out
head to the studio, or to do a show all I know, is that's what I'm about
all you need to do is say kudos and bounce.
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DILLION_THOMAS
Member since January 17 2014