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title: habit? By drink three it seems that you are a mystery
To me and everyone in between Your legs level as your head warms up to the blurry scene Its a wonder that your body consistently redeems A fiend of fiction loaded with a pack of convictions I dig your dirty diction Im convinced that the only reason why you procrastinate Is to be, is to be fashionably late Such a waste of time for such an immaculate face Only due to a lack of a particular taste I pace, I prance, I do what I do at any chance I am the substance and you are the abuse I just wish that you could choose I refuse, I refuse, I refuse to ignore I put you off long enough Luckily now I see by the score that you belong to be on top... If I swoop down and swindle your vote Does it count just the same or does it trigger a revolt? Rip your jeans for me, regardless of the placement of the seams I picked the finest thread, the one thin enough to infiltrate your mind, body and bed Oh! I'm so obnoxious Yeah! you wish that I would stop it Well! If you don't like the way it tastes in your mouth Then please, go ahead and spit it out I dig your dirty diction Hinder or a helper I have yet to relay to her That I'm only good on paper I'd prefer that she'd defer I'd love to help your habit But I doubt that I could grab it. This is self imposed self control So Where do I pay the toll? I was once known as a wordsmith Now i can't come up with anything worth shit Do I look like a runner up to you? I am the champ with far too many chips I haven't even come close to do what I'm want to do. |
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