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• Artiste: Dirty Heads
• Titre: Smoke Rings
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This is ridiculous, I have a sickness The grass is always greener, I say fuck it burn the picket fence Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine Moody little bitches I'm foreseeing you some estrogen Always keep you wet see, mermaid pussy Ever seen the movie kids, no legs don't push me I am making sculptures, you are using plaster Screaming while your dreaming mc's need a dream catcher You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept You're not on my level, you might need a dubstep Walking to the death, not walking to the cleft, Lip, sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it The smell is your upper lip, and I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm Crashing a pirate ship, slow as molasses, quick as a whip This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the fucking shit Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars tonight My feet rock steady, my heart beat savvy My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy I'm lyrically a genius like Fergie and Jesus It's like a lightning bolt hit the tip of my penis The opposite of clean is, parallel with my style One sip away from runnin' round with my pants down Apparently I'm underground, sound breaking barriers Everybody take up a danger area I got a feelin this beat's been to hell and back You can see the hole stickin straight through my radar cap Smoke rings billow out the window of my Cadillac this beat is the weed, and I'm the fucking cataract Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars tonight Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars tonight