| alright whores, as friends rust time (vaired) cause this band rocks.
and because ben a ben kick ass. always have, always will.
besides, life kicks ass. i have no job. which sucks. and i miss my UBers. but we brosin' for lyfe.
it was 1996,
near time for my first fix...
everybody seemed to want to get some.
what i left on that fifth grade floor
i can't get back no more.
that's when it all just headed downhill.
it was 1999, entered the world of crime,
banned from Spencer's for all time.
come 2001, put on my shoes and run,
i ain't seen the inside of my house since...
now, 2006, it's all me and ben, dude,
still fucking up, just like we used to.
what i left on that fifth grade floor,
i can't get back no more...
that's when it all just headed downhill.
where the wild things are... |
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| your boy is about to fall...
he walks the razor's edge.
he left home to find his own,
and now all he had is gone.
in your eyes i see a darkness that torments you, and in your head where it dwells.
i'd give you my hand if you'd reach out and grab it. let's walk away from this hell...
you baby is on his way...
i'll soon be at your side.
cause i've forgotten all i know,
and a part of me has died.
in your eyes, i see a darkness that torments you, and in your head where it dwells.
i'd give you my hand if you'd reach out and grab it...
let's walk away from this hell.
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| i'm cool.
get over it.
stop whining, it's what you wanted.
NOBODY WILL BELIEVE YOU>fghfgrgfdsbv
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| this girl owns you. stop whining.
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| you know, if i ever get in a wreck, i want it to be huge. no friggin
fender bender, i want explosions and people flying and throwing babies
and stuff. i want one next to a gas station so i can conveniently be
pushed into it and BOOM.
and i'll survive all of it, it'll just look cool, of course. 6 o clock news muthas.
i'm made out of laffy taffy.
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