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| [Voice messages from upset girlfriends]
Hey you fuc.ing asshole
Hi Sean, I just got finished cleaning some vomit out of my car
Sean, I'm so fuc.ing pissed at you I could rip your goddamn arms off and..
Anyways, I don't care, I don't wanna fuc.ing talk to you
I don't wanna talk to you anymore
I don't know what your deal's been lately, but I fucked you like 15 times
And you just take and take
and you just fuc. everyone over in the end anyways
Okay and number 2, being fucked up
is not an excuse to piss in the goddamn fish tank
I'm sick of your bullshit. I'm sick of you acting like you can just fuc.in..
Leave a trail of destruction and shit
everytime I'm around you and I'm fuc.ing tired of it
It's just not cool, my roommates told me
what the fuc. you did after you got stupid drunk as usual
I don't ever want you in my fuc.ing house
in my fuc.ing car, anywhere near me
It's fuc.ing over, I don't want to talk to you anymore
I don't want to think about you anymore, I don't ever want to see you again
Even if you don't care, you can never ever come into my house again
Fuc. me? Fuc. you. Rot in fuc.ing hell
Fuc. you, go fuc. yourself
You should care, if you give a fuc. at all (?) you'll call me
Hear me out, don't come fuc.ing crying to me when your world falls apart and
you have nowhere to turn, alright? Have a good day
...Already? Already? Already? What'd you call 'em?
[Slug]
I can't imagine some of the things that you've seen
City to city with no spot to sleep
I know she will run with opposable thumbs
She's trying to overcome all of the maniacs(?)
Coast to coast, who knows the most?
Age before beauty, sleep before scrutiny
Who could it be now, here she comes
With an eve(?) of her tongue and the games that she runs
Little girl dolls(?) never get lost, pay the cost, embrace the flaws
Let her get tossed in the back of a mid-size
Trying to look at life through those kid's eyes
"Jackpot", that's in quotes
Sometimes you gotta let go if you wanna get votes
But fuc. the votes, I spin towards the clouds
A bullet in your head sits still allowed
I used to pretend that I gave a fuc.
Now a do give a fuc., a little too much
Let's see what you got Naomi
Back view from Missouri, show me little homey |
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