a glass of hennesey
whats the fuss
my skeleton hand
still strums the blunts
down tempo beats
still keep the buzz
gimme a cheaper drink
and I still be love
a case of lucky
my leather and studs
fedora pulled crooky
can't hide the punk
still I side step
like dub is sunk
got 5 on confessor
when none's enough
10 on professor
cuz he talk to much
11 on my sweater
and 12 in the glove
when I hit lucky 13
I will be the sun...
FUCK YAAAAA
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