"Cocaine Sunday"
Cocaine Sunday, wake up . . . wait, I can't get out of bed.
Call the Guy, so I can appease my head.
Give me another rail. Mr. Pibbs and Red Vines, what the fuck d0es that mean?
I called my mom, when I was high on coke.
She was drunk, it was such a fucking joke.
Almost as much as a joke as that last rhyme . . .
Speaking of which, if I smoked pot I'd buy a dime.
Nothing is funnier than a forced rhyme.
Holy shit, I can't see straight. Good night.
Call the Guy, so I can appease my head.
Give me another rail. Mr. Pibbs and Red Vines, what the fuck d0es that mean?
I called my mom, when I was high on coke.
She was drunk, it was such a fucking joke.
Almost as much as a joke as that last rhyme . . .
Speaking of which, if I smoked pot I'd buy a dime.
Nothing is funnier than a forced rhyme.
Holy shit, I can't see straight. Good night.
posted by J at 8:03 PM
1 Comments:
I suggest snorting 1/2 a tablet of E on sunday morning- it cuts right through the coke sketchies and when it's over with your fucking exhausted, right to sleep.
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