the perfect age to turn twenty seven


he told me I was the perfect age how old are you the perfect age

to turn twenty seven

remember the next time you smoke meth

drink water eat food

she told me I looked like a model from Paris that place where people who love go

they drink drinks in dollar petticoats stained with a dead girls come and blood

remember the next time you smoke crack

drink water eat food

he told me to stop treating him like a damn fool

My style really ain’t that old school, fresh fish dead fish

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