...wait I felt this before
I feel like…
Like googoo gaga’s and unicorn farts
It’s quite intoxicating those unicorn farts.
Moving along, I thought of you.
of course, in a song
A song that plays in the back of my head
Well, to me it kinda said.
Crack goes the bell at dawn
when I wake up next to you
My dear little fawn.
But nonono it’s not the crack that you smoke
From the moment you toke
you know that you’re broke
Come to think of it maybe that’s life
Instead of expending energy,
Let’s smoke some crack
Then we will all be the same,
No more classes of popularity
And no more kingdoms for the rich
For we will all be crack heads.
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