Untitled Song
• Written by Jaybird
Seven snitchers started stabbing stupid steven,
steven saw his chance and stopped being odd and got even
breathing in the evening cleaving her scheming sister
senators solicited six super superior soup blisters
embbedded headed for the dreaded dead heads bed
not all is well as you can tell the smell its intrusive
calm and cool as i loosely lick an bic and diddle a little on looseleaf
packing bongs doing dabs rolling blunt careful with the new part that shits a two piece
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Jaybird
Member since November 6 2014