Fuckin' it
song is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter It's about how drugs are the gateway to fun and laugh lines
There's effort in her and it shouldn't be that way Her last days are being snuffed out in an ashtray, and pricely Trying to intercept the away I've asked nicely
But I've learned not to the hand that bites me morning the cradle rocks the hand As I on pots and pans she's just playing in her warning labeled box She a man I can look up to, a role model to come through-- Don't bother unpacking your car...cinogen filled sticks This girl spit fire Got me doing pirouettes her guilt trip wire I still skip by a land mine or two, see I've the landscape All the while practicing my handshake Hair, trigger-finger to spark any conversation Said explosive personalities don't part deadly What happens in between her She needs a fix more she knows her friend's a bitch And to go
There's a on the door.. notice
"Listen, one of us is leaving, and when I say US I YOU... leaving. (You're leaving... You're leaving.)"
I'm in the y'all, I'm in the house y'all And no little piece of paper gonna kick me out y'all! What?? I'm in the house, I'm in the And ain't no separation gonna kick my ass out I'm in the y'all, I'm in the house y'all And ain't no new gonna kick me out, y'all! that, I'm in the house, I'm in the house Ain't no snot-nosed brat gonna my ass out
Pick ME! Please me believe me please leave me believe me Please leave me me please leave me believe me, leave me leave me..
This is called Eviction Notice, it's a 2-parter Basically it's how sacrifice and vices will invite themselves to an overstayed welcome at your haunted house
There's in her smile and it shouldn't be like that Her final evenings have her in a nightcap, and that's costly Trying to keep her on the right I ask softly But she says "BACK OFF ME" And I've learned to space her respect She breathes some to need and every afternoon proceeds To mix her liquid sitter while preparing baby to feed She wants I man I can look up to, a Fuck you! Get your things Yes kids, the poison is the in the bottle the dawn she'll have to kill all fetal positions by ingesting a morning-after Crawling fast until I get rewarded for how good I've While practicing my wave.. Should I stay? planning my escape routes And shouting out, "Is there a in the lighthouse?" To the rescue bottle mouth-to-mouth between her lips she She needs a fix more she knows her friend's a bitch
And a note on the door.. Eviction
Fun fun times, ("Fuck you!") fun times fun times fun times ("Fuck you!") Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun ("Fuck you, get the out of my house...") Fun times fun times, fun times fun times fun Fun fun times, fun times fun times fun tiiiimes!!! ("Fuck YOU!") One time guys, fun times fun times fun tiiiimes! ("Get out.")
I you
("Get out!!! Get the out of here! GET OUT!! Go.")
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