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A pretended drug dealer in love.


My little weed fuck of a friend


When you flipped that coin, I flipped you like a burger
Never pick this boy, ‘cause I’m rich and I’m a murderer
I turned you upside down, like poetry I am ashamed of
I burn your whole wide town, if you throw at me a blame, love
Your feelings are now gone, but my stack is what you’re lucky for
My weed is number one, lack of it made you a fucking whore.

That’s how I want you, no money and naked for those desires, but besides
I’m a bee swarm too, so honey, you fled, coins are lies, haven’t got three sides

It’s just a kick for a kick, sex transformed into narcotics
Those seeds are growing quick, this is text for your neurotic
BEHAVIOR, that is all, just behave
ENSLAVED, by a drug, like my obsession for your lust cave.
So I knew you would come back, it was written in stone
don’t be rude, relax, it’s good shit and… Make me moan!
It’s pain and satisfaction, but with needs you need to bleed
Needle in the haystack, tons of needles in your weed

I feed you with your call of life, my weedfuck of a friend,
I need you calm and nice, don’t speed up, or it’s the end.
Just do what you’re told, SHUT UP WHEN I TALK
Lust, so what, you’re sold, what’s up, friend on the sidewalk?
You’re just standing still, doing nothing while you wait for me,
Like a dandelion, until it’s getting raped by a bee
That’s what happens, when a guy caught your faith
This bee happens to be that lie, who you are taught to hate

I loved when you were close to me, depending all on me
I pollinated your rose, baby, but it’s the ending for this bee.
I can’t trust a darling who just fucked me for a plant
I stung you with a small sting, I was lucky for that chance.
But when bees have stung, they’re dead, falling, like water in a shower.
When I was young, they read, don’t go all in for that flower!




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Publicerad 2015-06-19 00:11



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